The Monuments

Boiling sun importunate by it´s blaze
Hiting the hungry earth
Longing for moisture.
Horizont shivers by the hot air
The scent of life is overwhelming
Strong and free.
Harmony of sounds, harmony of movements
Free and rich long time ago
Sober and rare today.
Endless discharge for simple entertainment
For untouched beauty getting lost with dying.
"the monuments" of ending life
Stupidity and cruelty
Bleach bones speak out enought,
Ask them...ask them...