To write about pain 'n strife
Is a must
Either to write
Or live in disgust
'Tis the choice
That dawns on me
To run my mind wild
To pluck the reigns free
To never be mild
Whenever Lies become a decree
To restrain conscient men
In hope they agree
This is slavery!
Sealing humankind
Blind and dumb
To crash us 'n crumb
And thus forget
The past times
When truth was sung
Aloud and live
In cries of joy
When human beings
Were more than toys
We're smitherings
Left in the dark
Of a dreadful age
Without true pilgrimages
Of the soul
Where only rage
Can be voiced out
Amid this eerie blackout
Of bygone sages
Our children will ask
The very questions
We were afraid to unmask
And answering truthfully
Will be the most gifted task
Of our lives entire
Lest we lose ourselves
Betwixt an endless quagmire.
Is a must
Either to write
Or live in disgust
'Tis the choice
That dawns on me
To run my mind wild
To pluck the reigns free
To never be mild
Whenever Lies become a decree
To restrain conscient men
In hope they agree
This is slavery!
Sealing humankind
Blind and dumb
To crash us 'n crumb
And thus forget
The past times
When truth was sung
Aloud and live
In cries of joy
When human beings
Were more than toys
We're smitherings
Left in the dark
Of a dreadful age
Without true pilgrimages
Of the soul
Where only rage
Can be voiced out
Amid this eerie blackout
Of bygone sages
Our children will ask
The very questions
We were afraid to unmask
And answering truthfully
Will be the most gifted task
Of our lives entire
Lest we lose ourselves
Betwixt an endless quagmire.
6 comentários:
Ora! Versejas muito bem em inglês também! Muito legal.
:D Obrigado, Édison! As produções em inglês são bem mais raras. É um processo bastante diferente de se escrever em português. Várias vezes no decurso eu questiono a qualidade e até penso em desistir, mas quando leio para o meu irmão, ele diz que estão razoáveis, de forma que tomo um incentivo para os publicar.
\O/
Muito mais que razoável esta sua gema!
Obrigado, irmão!
I wish I had lived in the days when human beings were more than toys. And I wish they come again.
Belo poema. Belo poema.
I too wish such times will come again.
Obrigado, Bruno.
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