The desire to live and create
to be remembered
as the Greats of Old,
to shout into the Wind
and to be heard;
If the frail life of Man
is like a fleeting blink
in the eternal World,
What purpose do we have
if not to get our story told;
From the Gardens of Babylon
to the marbled White House halls,
the Nightmare of Man has been
to be forgotten in Time
like King Ozymandias
under the endless sands of Earth
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
When the master
tells the mule to keep working,
if he doesn’t want
to risk the lashes,
the sheep in the pen
remain watching;
And if the mules
try to protest,
the sheep crush them
in the dung,
while the butchers
begin to cut their throats;
But when the sheep
look at the master
thinking to be praised,
they are still
roasted and eaten.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC
And while massacres and slaughters
in the lands of Africa
keep on unfolding,
and with corpses and blood
the deserts, the savannas, the rivers
begin to fill;
Across the world,
silence starts to make itself heard.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC
In this life
it would be nice
to have the certainty
that our struggles
have a purpose
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
Deathly Silence
from the sky
the trumpets
do not cry
while all around the world
children
are torn apart by bombs unfurled
And the parents
must dig
the graves
if the remains
from the rubble
they manage to save;
While their weeping
vanishes in the void,
many still believe war
it's just a toy.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
A generation
born surrounded by ashes,
knows nothing
but death
and clashes;
wrecked homes,
shattered dreams,
broken lives,
without peace,
thousands of orphans
we will keep counting.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC
If you don’t work hard
you never earn
If you don’t make mistakes
you never learn
If you don’t fuel that fire
you never burn
If you don’t wait patiently
you’ll miss your turn
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
Cowards
fire into the crowd,
now bullet casings
are daily bread.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
The forgotten war,
now out of fashion,
mountains of the dead
cast into the oblivion of indifference.
La guerra dimenticata
ormai passata di moda,
montagne di morti
gettate nell’oblio dell’indifferenza
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 6:04 AM UTC