Immersed in darkness
They walk blind and passive
Nameless and masked
Pawns on the chessboard
Prisoners of camps
With numbers not on their hands
But burned in their minds
They threw away the crown of thorns
They forgot you Lord
The world kills them with venomous thorns
And they give it their children
In their veins flows doom
Death on demand
Bodies for the soul is long dead
I look for love in their eyes
I find emptiness that crushes
They hid their smiles with masks
Their hearts desire the goods of this world
There is no room there
For family, for children or brother
People without faces
Faceless lambs
They think of love without limits
Living locked in the media abyss
Being prisoners they buried the keys to their cells deep
Dawn will scatter the darkness at last
Who will survive this slaughter?
Only those who give everything to God
Jan 14, 2022
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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