Brand new world of pseudo bridges,
Fall one after the other in deep abyss.
The candle of peace burns itself to the utmost.
Devils of this world in angels disguise.
They divide the humanity; they build unseen blocks.
They stretch their Hands though the Darkness,
Trying to suffocate the lambs of the world.
Mortal hands so dirty, so bloody, so deceitful
Around the Table gambling with mortal beings…
So called poetry@2019