Prophecy
In dark deserted side street
I saw coming from afar
the seven lean years of Pharaoh
wilted anemones of men
ripped jackets of women
borrowed dreams of youngsters
in the dark deserted side street
clock struck at midnight
last war had commenced
another wound had gone septic
wakeup call for today’s
inodorous life, for
foul smelling future
upcoming days dressed
in heavy shrouds
and rotting cadavers
Libros Libertad 