The World

The latent virus of the Cold War never went away

It came back to us, full of new features

The world now

Divided between the rich, affluent or just crooked

While big men with guns standing on their guard ready to kill

Or at least harm while preparing another massacre in a tiny village

The battle for the control of resources has just started again

Plans are being made, the control so important, still such a

Great illusion being extended to every corner of human existence

New types of weapons being created more efficient

In killing is being put up, to win you need to create chaos

A great ladder for climbing while we are falling

Avoiding to prepare until the very last moment

History

Life has no meaning

Just a flow of actions

We dream of meaning

But there are no, memory

And the distortion of memory

Is all there is left

The Earth

This is a small planet

Slowly we connect to

Each other all over

The Globe

Fragile and small, almost

On the verge of being overheated

We live in this corner of universe

And whatever happen to us

We have to be mindful of our

Limited options

End Of The World

When reaching the empty house

At sunset, hiding from the wind

This is where the memory

Of the dead are stored

Names written or engraved

In shells from the nearby

Ocean, people come here to die

It looks like a good place to

End your days in the lilac light

In a foreign country