Chained
by invisible chains
to a black obelisk,
they continued to live
in the desert
completely insane,
without a future
they are looking for God
in eternal glory
tracks in the sand.
Seeking sanity from the sand. – mh clay
We are gone
they disappeared in the storm
at the bottom of the ocean
buried memories and feelings
of my people
dictatorship under the guise of democracy
imitation of life
bells of the last Christians
they ring in the mother’s arms
at the bottom of the ocean
where the memories are buried
of my people
who died
under tourist boats, police, scum of all kinds
with the permission of the state and corrupt politicians
the tears also disappeared
in prayer time.
How long must they hold their breath to not be forgotten? – mh clay
Apostles of faith
in the shadow of the cross
at the top of the pyramid,
the remains
of temples
pagan symbols
In the ruins,
the last believers
of the doomsday,
endless rain
on the hill of Golgotha.
How we got from Tree to tree. – mh clay
At the crossroads
of life
he made
a pact
with the devil
and became
the blues alchemist
with his music
opens the gates
of heaven.
Guaranteed entry with that key. – mh clay
In the desert,
an abandoned church
cries
out to the gods
in the darkness
of time.
Building or bosom, best not empty be. – mh clay
The shadow
on the land
the traces
of the saints
in the thoughts
of the apostles
vanished
in prayer.
Seeking truth in shadows; reason to pray. – mh clay
Sadness
in the hearts
of unbelievers
on the coast
of the Dead Sea
traces of sailors
in the shadows
of the waves
the church of the sea
in the mother’s tears.
The dead are resurrected in their tears. – mh clay
Saint
at death’s
door
secret
of eternity
in the grave hidden.
Invest in a shovel and dig. – mh clay
In the bay
of saints
mythical
land
in arms
of sea
must
pray
for
Gods.
To whom do we pray when praying for gods? – mh clay
Scars
of death
in the eyes
of light
in new
faith
on the altar
of prayers.
Your belief, inspired by what? Your prayers, heard by…? – mh clay
