If I could
I would die a
Thousand times
To save every
Murdered child
If I could forge
My fragile weakness
Into the
Healing hands of thy
I’d cleanse this land of the
Cold steel of the
guillotine and
The demon seed of the
Concentration camps
If I just could
I would hunt the
Dragons
Haunting the
Tormented minds
I’d preach love to
The heartless hearts
Tear the blindfold
Off the vicious eyes
If I had
The Healing Hands of thy
I’d send a drought
Upon the river of blood
Between the Crusade and Jihad.
I’d fade away
The fiery flowers of wars
On all the
Distant stars
Dressed in the black vail of
Thy spirals of time
22.06.2017,
Bialystok city, Poland
