Calm and serene…
undercurrents within pretentious.
we all approach the day,
as if we were promised tomorrow.
as if we were guaranteed of its safety:
guaranteed it will belong to us…
Hell nears its fulfilment
we all go about our business
pretending we do not clearly perceive!
Oh! thou son of man…
listen to the voice
of age and experience,
of sights aggrieved…of hearts disillusioned
a wisdom way beyond years!
This old woman cries out,
with the mouth of the adulteress who has seen a lot…
“come thou simpleton” and hear,
hear what the spirit has got to say:
“come oh young and unassuming”
ignorance will not be an excuse!
Listen to the voice within,
crying out horrors glimpsed near…
“come oh young and foolish”
Hell has sharpened its teeth!
soon all will be let loose
Alas for my soul!