Guilty Claims

and I’m still here in front of this skyline

waiting for a change and

since half a century I’m here

too long years in heaven

to agree with this hell

can a past mistake cancel...

earth divided, civil war

red flashlights of gore

exiled loosers, worse than dying

...“bring ‘em to the dark side of the sky”...

closed out of light

beyond the shadows

a black-white line

divides the booty of war

growing in this side

it could be so real to believe

that our native ground

is so void

months are days in this set

never seen again mother earth

a patient old man, not warrior only

while young men ask their hero

to tell them again that story

lonely the voice of awareness

softly screams his guilty claims

he was the reason, now he’s the pain

present life in a skyline

I see it is a black-white line

I have grown in heaven

I’ll soon leave the world

last time, last fly

but dying here will free my hopes

my sons will pass the black-white line