O all the fallen angels are now in power.
They are preparing to crush precious flowers.
I can feel a chill that is out of season.
The darkness is being dragged up by demons.
Absurdity has replaced calm reason.
Bleached jawbones crack under a severe sun.
Truth tellers rot in solitary confinement.
Everywhere there are conspiracies of silence.
Blood spurts stain the walls of closed off consciousness.
Torture is normalised. There is no resistance:
Electrified limbs in dark, dirty cells.
Is this purgatory or is it really hell?
I sense excessive flash points in forbidden zones:
Endless surveillance, psychic warfare, deadly drones.
The West 's still intent on ravaging the East:
Fire in the air and carnage on the streets.
O this current age is wanton and unblessed!
Love's elixir cannot heal; only caress.
The wild, cold eyed beasts are about to awaken,
For the Covenant's structures have been broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem