In that part of the world,
the sky is in exile
and the ruins dissolve
the deaf red nights.
they wait nothing
and cries triumph
as the sunny soil
seeks for refuge
behind a couple
of dead children.
there hatred wounded
and absolved peace;
there are no heroes
in that silent land,
just dishonoured mothers
mourning their bleeding wombs.
in that part of the world,
injustice was bestowed
like an old sacrament.
karla bardanza
the sky is in exile
and the ruins dissolve
the deaf red nights.
they wait nothing
and cries triumph
as the sunny soil
seeks for refuge
behind a couple
of dead children.
there hatred wounded
and absolved peace;
there are no heroes
in that silent land,
just dishonoured mothers
mourning their bleeding wombs.
in that part of the world,
injustice was bestowed
like an old sacrament.
karla bardanza
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