Earth, when the time comes, embrace me,
Let me rest in your moist, humble grave,
Between the worms and insects let me be,
In the mud, where shall live no dull slave.
Make my body a refuge where you will,
For the fragile creatures living in fear,
There, for peace, let them my bones drill,
And for safe serenity may they adhere.
In my miry grave, ease I did not find,
For a soldier’s steps shuddered my tomb -
The undesired steps of a soldier slave blind,
Bringing with its presence detested gloom.
I shall never sleep seeing invisible lashes,
Severing babies from their mothers’ breast,
And men whipping to milk fond gashes -
Brutal wolves demolishing their own nest.
I shall never sleep sensing torments condense,
Bloodhounds howl for more of their prey,
And oppressed shriek for a purge to commence,
By a restless god, whose subjects went astray.
The ace of diamonds rules with unseen greed,
Throwing the cards in the hands’ useless chain.
Diverged, we have, by the corruption we feed,
Yet the choir of heaven sings for just in vain.
In my tight darkness, I hear grabbing by arms,
Women and girls losing their innocence there,
For their kindness, body and inherited charms,
And no voice is raised to save a strand of hair.
In my unmerciful soil, I hear pulses slowing,
Freezing in humanity’s unbearable coldness,
An 8-billion family in division leisurely growing -
In a wounded globe, with no divine nurse.
In my excruciating loneliness, I hear you all -
The unheard restless toiling man in a flame,
The kid drawing a better reality on the wall,
And all I can, is lie in my sorrows in shame.
A dress of chagrin I complete down under,
The textures combine in shared anguish,
With remorseful memories hit as thunder,
Leaving even my drilled bones to languish.
If only dolorous joined me in my space,
I would not sigh, but smile for your grace.