in profaned psalms encircled,
scourged on the crucifix of the world
where the soul screams and dances the ballad of filth,
without halting the steps of greed that punishes us.
The Mothers,
with their sap,
the plant of life,
are forgetting to nourish,
for their breasts have become dry
in a land now barren.
The musicians
no longer play the piano,
no longer compose new modern hymns of peace...
Today's quislings,
with lightning rockets,
on the walls of the damned sky,
scribble clownish works,
while with disdain, they mock
the backdrop of kneeling races,
with broken ribs
in ancient historical collections.
They no longer have marrow
beyond seedless plasma,
or mouths without teeth,
shattered by the bite of misery.
With thirst
in the veins of the universe,
they swallow blood
under the barbaric blade,
hungry, they gulp down ferocity.
Humanity,
from the same wretched fate,
has been abandoned,
for in silence,
it can recount
the hypocrisy of the deceitful world.
©️ ANGELA KOSTA
ALBANIA & ITALY
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