In the eye of faith

Forgive me my impetuosity,

I have a question to ask.

Why all this malevolence,

Why is our soul so dark?

Each of us on his own,

All of us the world around.

March and witness,

The light’s treacherousness.

Open your senses

And feel the warmth of mother darkness.

A glossy paper to cheat on,

For our ways are those of the con.

I knew someone with eyes of shore,

Light-blue, treacherous as a whore.

I apologize for this rudeness,

And accept your apprehensive dubiousness

Now,

What is going to be your answer,

For the one who plays the martyr…

22 March 2003