Woe to the city whose prince is a child .
( Ecclesiast 10.16/17 )
It was yesterday .
Fate rolled the dice .
Shadows wander amid the acid smell
of the ruins and prostrate bodies
are no longer even surprised to die ...
Clamor of the world swept up
in the dark forces trance ...
Human mowed down in the harvest
of the curse ...
Rats stealing the living from corpses
do not fraternize .
Yesterday was still a merry-go-round
where senses and illusions spun around ,
manipulated by nervous fingers
and moist lips .
Maze of intersecting neuronal networks
drowned in the great collector of insane thoughts...
Dawn shivering from solar hypoglycemia.
People do not blame the god Shiva !
The sad clown makes a deal with death ...
Your future now belongs to graffiti covered
stairwells and shameless exposed misery ...
Elevators deprived of top floor until next eternity
which will be studied by archeologists from Sirius,
deciphering rumblings used to whistle dogs and females...
Yesterday life was in accordance with the old order dignity .
Everything was simple and we pretend to believe in fiction.
There were ,friends ,family, kids and dreams.
Sometime we even made love .
We said silly things like :
\"Whoever saves a life ,saves all of humanity ! \'\'
That \'s all just a bunch of talmudic bull !
Humanity couldn\'t care less about being saved...
Today ,anxiety takes the minds hostage .
Today, a stranger at dusk ,whose customs
we are unfamiliar with, strucks us .
Did he want to teach us a lesson to make us wiser ?
Everything , counted, weighed and not forgiven...
Fear has no empathy , flight does not look back.
In one night destiny has swapped suit of habbits
from rags devoid of reason ...
Tomorrow will not come again in this shabby day story...
Little prince don\'t be in a hurry to grow up .
Yesterday only belongs to you !
He who sows the whirlwind reaps the rope !
we will desecrate your soul
dressed as a jester\'s parody ...