Our Sons and Daughters

Our sons and daughters

The North, always the North of the World!
Madness breeds...(Or is it breeded?)
The Cold days?
In the past?
Nay!
They are back,
Vulcanic as ever!
The seeds of chaos in nuclear terrains!
Fertile to the thoughs of victory and gain...
(Pain´ll be born, again)
The World adjusts...
Death looms in the ocean of the Faded...
But Earth cries, forgotten by the deaf-leaders...
There is no peace, no love!
Feelings are lost in the course of the war!
The children will be chained,
This crux? will be theirs...
Cry, children of madness!
Cry for the price paid for the stupidity of your parents!
Nevermore will your tears fade.

Gabriel M. J. Lopes