Poem is a fantasy of true words,
Its like moon walking naked
Ashamed from the sky,
And my soul whirls on the road of revolution day!
Poem is old prostitutes
Of rhymes of Democracy-
Equality, Liberty and Fraternity
All of them, cries of my tears
And most of them, blood of my bones,
I said, cries of tears
Of blood of my bones!
Poem is a fantasy of true words-
Justice, freedom and more justice,
Like red blood of sunset marching
On waves of Pacific Ocean
On waves of Atlantic Ocean.
Weary soul…Bosom of my dream!
Kariem C. Sila