GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 1 © 2007

I wake in the middle of the night,

In deep soul's lament,

Like a giant's lash,

That strikes me, and I become mute.

Humanity, in silence,

Ignores, as it passes by,

The flames of fire,

Crackling in the innocent eye.

And I, bound by my will,

Still have not managed to free,

The anguish and sincerity,

Of those who look on to help.

In supplication, the last voices,

Hoarse, utter groans,

Twisted on the street bed,

That slowly, kill the lost.

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