I am a caged bird
With my wings fastened
With sequacious chains of power
And soul painted with
Cimmerian ink of prejudice
My mind is an Oblivion
A conticeo where time stands still
Where no breeze or brus could enter..
No bleak of hope or a dejavu
Beneath this walls of mirky
Concentration camps
Where slaughtered lives
Is a common sight
I lonely wait here
Watching the nacart sky
of dusk and dawn
And hearing the psithuric
whisper of wind day after day
To drift apart in my apocalypse...