Pillars made up of rootless and deficient replicas?
Roots, ruthlessly deprives of the strings
they need to hold the earth,
its dreams and its tomorrow?
A foundation built on the cast topography
of ceaseless blood thirsty vampires
proudly dressed in borrowed robes,
ignorantly wallowing the abyss of nothingness
in transparent suits
and happy to be plastering the philosophies
of their makers with their unfriendly steel.
Flogged and blinded by the sharp sands of the Sahara,
eroded by the bogus prowess of the tropical rains,
frozen by the deadly wind of our Alps,
the supposed guardians have metamorphosed
into mirages without a reflection of their own
zombies of a nameless vision
shadows of a hypothetical tomorrow forcefully
prowling the dry surface of the earth without a compass
and savouring the mockery of the skies.
Caricatures.
Let them write the history of their ignorance on our breeders,
dramatized the literature of their breeders here
and composed lyrics of praise to us.
Though the earth gets heavier
And our stability and existence threatened,
Though they gets more foxy and ferocious,
remember that we are not only the pillars
of a ramshackle tent scatteredly roofed
but we are also the pillars of heaven
yet to unleash the forty days fluid.
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