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Children left to die in the living room
Abandoned by all mercy in a strange world
No longer synchronized with the beating heart
Exploding in the midst of all violence
And in the blood there is a message
Of hopelessness and of despair;
Eyes that no longer see anything
Stretched in front of them like freaks and phantoms
Are there any voices among the roaring machine guns?
In between the ashes
Some essence?
(and of what?)
Is this a mirage?
Are we Job?
(who’s god – whose)
Who is who
On the battlefield
In the ghettos
In the camps
On the burning streets of destroyed cities
In the twilight of oblivion
Who are we?
Who is anyone?
(c) Steven Van Neste - 2007 |