The chosen ones

The chosen ones emerge from the  rotten fruit

dazzled  by a sudden light .

They hide behind the rock 

that will denounce them .

They aspire to the humble anonymity

that marks them with a star .

The chosen ones walk 

through the streets of Warsaw and Paris

towards some unknown destination ,

faceless  common  souls ...

The chosen ones believe that the ocean

is their friend opening its roaring mouth

to swallow up   the enemy ,

but on the waves they will float 

like mumies of salt ...

The chosen ones rejoice 

that god is their father ,

protecting them with iron armor .

But even the dogs don't look at them anymore...

The chosen ones convert the olive tree

with the blood of the little  child ...

But the trumpets will sound

when the temple is rebuilt  

from their  bones ...

Faced with the accusing fingers of the nations,

the mask will fall and the chosen ones

will find themselves like naked kings ...