Es un poema que he escrito muy recientemente y espero les guste aunque esté en ingles

hasta ahora no me había animado a publicarlo pero me decidí, ahí les va y espero les guste:

Easy trigger. ​

Master of my domains. ​

Two bodies. ​

Pages, leaves, dictators, the moon silent escapes off... ​

my mind, my piece of mind cruelly devastates ​

the ruins of the temples dedicates to pagan gods. ​

Credits, taxes, bras... ​

Dispite me off the hill of cedars ​

a great look of the scenario where millions died, ​

the great picture of the leader appears crying​

because what his followers did in his name. ​

Also the star with six points ​

is not now a simbol of peace. ​

It is just an other form of violence supporting. ​

Shatila, ​

no person will forget the blood, ​

no saint will stop the cry, ​

[FONT=Bookman Old Style]nor demons will put an end to their laugh...[/FONT]​

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