“Against cannons, we march, we march”

   A thin light glows in the spirit of man
   Radiates… when Peace befalls.
   Lies on earth the vivid substance,

   Evil

   Raw essence, indestructible, offspring of Earth,
   Of its womb
   Renews itself, grows, triggers

    And man soccumb in fright
    At every turn, falls into its web
    In its plot.
    And embodies the flame without secret.

    It´s brief the small glory of man
    History says

    In man an entire end is emminent.