Poezja

Here again we are standing against 
the wall of silence, 
time has made us partners of sorrow. 
Merchants of terror have spread their 
wares 
on the road. I was only a name. 
 
Hundreds of miles fear was darting 
no body knows who will become unfaithful. 
Prayer demands subjugation. 
 
Life sucks the laughter, we want to 
go back to childhood, 
shut the eyes and recite the hymns of 
history, 
when prophets were roaming in 
neighbourhood.