Today the ghetto is cold
as the skin of the serpent .
Black blood irrigates
the field of the impures .
Wine of fear and anger .
Mosque and church ,rubbles,
under Goya's crazy design .
Don't cry for me black-eyed kids,
the army of corpses will raise at dawn,
army of killers ,rhapsody of terror ...
A train will arrive at Treblinka station ,
elders you will warm yourselves
by the fire of the torah !
Beiruth crescents are burnt ,
believer you will see the moon ...
Tribeca's poultrified tribe
contemplate the show ,
'' Chateau-Margault pow -pow ! ''
and wriggle raising the paw ...
Half naked hookers and old oscarized gays
climbing the festival steps ...
Philosopher levy you're sniffing out
a new apology ...
Scavangers don't decipher the signs of time .
Goliath 's iron hand will seize the dwarf
by the throat !
Panicking flies on a piece of rotting meat,
indifferent world goes to market ...
Tomorrow in the land of cana
the ghetto will be ablaze !
Happy lonely tunes and mary tetralogy !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A modern book of Revelations? Sounds like Time Square at rush hour to me. Nicely done
The Weird crossroad !
Great write
Apocalypse goes nicely slow...
You're welcome
A strong poetic painting!
Vox clamenti in deserto !
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