The sky is bleeding ,
Bulls are without horns.
Vipers are without venom ,
Lions are without beard.
My heart is submerged in great pain,
Earth spinning counterclockwise.
Hope is not enough.
No more sad poems!
May the spirit of poetry put an end,
To the voice of "an eye for an eye"
May it amplify the language of the meek inheriting the earth.
No more sad poems!
May the spirit light up the dead candle,
May the spirit of poetry light up the way.
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