A disturbing flow
is contained by those who resist.
The leader never shows
a shred of doubt,
even if he finds himself
mortally wounded.
On the other hand,
he awaits, mercilessly,
the final blow.
They guard, hermetically,
their firm gestures:
immaculate pride, fire!
Silence is the voice of God.
The voice in my first yesterday,
tears slide
before a still face.
Eternal fury,
forgiving vengeance.