Half remembered faces without names
are silhouetted against the sunset,
while dark clouds from the south
roll up the landscape
as I stand shivering in the latent sunlight.
There was a time when words
were made to lie
about what I have witnessed.
Today you cannot make anyone listen
to the latest propaganda,
no one is interested in the truth.
Lies, promises, interpretations, what’s the difference?
In the midst of deaths passion
peace and harmony
probably mean nothing
until nothing will matter anymore.