CHAOS
The “wretched” world whispers like a wordless bird
After the silence, the lugeters lead its baptism.
Michelangelo’s enigmatic sculptures,
are increasing day by day.
Chaos among leaders with the most expensive collars.
Tyrants, hypocrites who are destroying the world.
They create panic among frightened people.
Terrorist organizations of yellow visions,
They fall on the earth, like weeds.
Paid with gold, to destroy humanity.
The world boils…
The world in chaos.
The sun is extremely scorching.
But supplication remains on the axis that holds the earth,
And this is the great GOD.
Sorrow that sought your name in wood and sky
And we compose the forgotten song,
That is the song of peace, for unopened flowers,
Where the trap of baptism is shown.
The world should be in its grandeur
And we, the pilgrims of time, walk without fear
Blind eyes turn to light,
in the castle of the withered soul.
Let pure blood flow freely,
and hands remain alive.
Let us erect the memorial of peace,
with the grandeur of time.
