Laura de Jesus

 

Heroes Killed

There is no science at all in the 

Tears not even in penicillin

that contains the pain of the soul,

There is no greater 

rudeness than the 

War, No Greater Affront

Than the despair of another 

being who is just like us, human.

There's no mystery at all 

In death that life

have not taught before.

What a cemetery built 

Saves and takes to heaven 

Dead in the name of peace?

Irony dispensed, shadows 

Toppling over in the city

Graves without ID and without 

weather, common tombs, 

open ditches, in our 

Brain images of 

Obscure Chambers of 

insanity

Cameras that hide 

Intentions, falsehood

Uncertain pathologies

More believer than agnostic 

or atheizes cry out for God, 

who is not deaf

who is neither Arab nor Kurdish, 

did not strafed in the Congo 

nor in Gaza

and it comes from there, from Basel, 

Stripped of rage and hatred

-God, the Planted Men 

for you they do not pour sap, 

but blood, 

They are not exempt from death 

but they're living zombies,

In a bloodless square meter

Thirsty to relearn how to 

consciousness that they have lost, 

For you, forsaken

to his trembling fate