Goya's not gone
his nightmares and realities still shadow us -
the Los Desastres de la Guerra
still palpitate in our desert lands and hills
beating like hearts the Aztecs offered the sun;
and the barbarism of an axe over heads still thrives -
and barbarians can never hear the plea of a mother
Tampoco
tells us of women and girls ***** in war
and Oh, the Fight with Cudgels
looms large over our skies
and the horror of Saturn devouring his son
pervades the earth
and the Black Paintings
run amok in the form of men shrouded in black
Ah, Picasso is there too in our madness:
Guernica bares its teeth and monstrosities
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
Goya's not gone
his nightmares and realities still shadow us -
the Los Desastres de la Guerra
still palpitate in our desert lands and hills
beating like hearts the Aztecs offered the sun;
and the barbarism of an axe over heads still thrives -
and barbarians can never hear the plea of a mother
Tampoco
tells us of women and girls ***** in war
and Oh, the Fight with Cudgels
looms large over our skies
and the horror of Saturn devouring his son
pervades the earth
and the Black Paintings
run amok in the form of men shrouded in black
Ah, Picasso is there too in our madness:
Guernica bares its teeth and monstrosities
on the horrors of our own time...Goya's and Picasso's paintings mirror the ugly realities of our world and of human beings...this is my second and final poem on this subject - it is a disgusting subject
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