By Nullus
Poem with music by Peter Siroki
My Reading:
I speak of this monstrosity, That cowers in the night, A ghost of pure insanity, Creatures of utter fright. They gave us gifts of nothingness, They hollowed out our souls, We did not notice the illness, We gave up all controls. We lived life only for pleasure, Seeking money and fame, Chasing the pursuit of leisure, The tribe achieved its aim. It’s our responsibility, To bear your precious lives, To raise you in a family, For husbands to have wives. Instead we bowed to cowardice, Submissive humble slaves, They want us to be powerless, They wait to dig our graves. Alone in a realm of strangers, No fathers, no mothers, Always surrounded by dangers, No sisters and brothers. To the children who never were, Europa is assailed, And nowhere will we find succor, Dear children we have failed. We left you waiting in heaven, We never called your name, I weep for your dispossession, And curse our dreaded shame. I plead for your forgiveness now, But that should never come, There is no oath, no solemn vow, We have become undone. © Nullus 2019