Game of death

Those naked men came again With their quivers capacited to teeth And their shoulders laddened With the ammunition and rifles of wrath All carried to extract lives Machines hang on their backs Like babies dwindled on their backs In that regime of blood and life We were worried For our ears were tired of warrior’s songs We never wanted to dig more graves Our eyes had no more tears to shed, Our neighbourhoods were tired of funerals For killing had become a song That no more tongues wanted to sing Like lice between the nails Life was squeezed men Sons of the gun Whose virginity faded a time In that regime of blood and life That evening they fell on the ground, Like rain hiding behind the cloud Armed to teeth with all their cannonades They lifted their arms and swords Spears flew through people’s lives Their legs and hands were chopped Others slaughtered, sliced and … In the names of, “We are defending the nation, we are protecting the nation” In that regime of blood and life