What is the sound when doves weep,
what is the sound when crows cry…
Beyond borders
we climb through
the sadness of time
to stop the killing
of the blushing birds
and of the summer days…
and not to hide within the white winds
in hope of some distant heaven
or of a vision of spring.
What is the sound when mirrors shatter,
what is the sound when forests burn…
Beyond borders
we climb through
the sadness of time
to stop the deforestation
of the oceans
that are filled with the blood
and the mute agony
of the blushing birds.
What is the sound when waters flow red,
what is the sound when winds suffer mute…
Beyond borders
we climb through
the sadness of time
where the men are speechless
and hindered by their centuries' worth of silence…
in a place where the conviction of innocence
when raped from the soul and lost to the generations
kills the perfect dream of freedom-hope-peace.
What is the sound when dreams die,
what is the sound when hope turn to dust…
Beyond borders
we climb through
the sadness of time
and question the antique patriot love
and question if death can be expelled
from the vocabulary of the mortal
and question if the lifelong grief for a martyr
can become unaccustomed to my mother tongue.
What is the sound when doves weep,
what is the sound when crows cry…
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