Hundred thousand soldiers
Take me by hands,
Nail me down to walls,
Demanding their chance.
Each one angrily speaks, with
Total regret, of the times
When they proudly planned
This event.
Hundred thousand soldiers
Just let me be,
I can not give you chances -
Do not blame on me,
for you, wasted your times:
Hundred thousand soldiers
Cursed with the lives.
How long will they keep me
Away from the light,
Nailed down to walls,
Shaking with fright?
Each one pulling my soul
Into clear and long line,
As if they can read on it,
Thoughts of my mind.
If I only could look
Into each soldier’s eyes,
I could ask them fair question,
Such as – why?
But they blinded me, harshly
Even my mind, cannot
Tell the difference –
Darkness or light.
Imprisoned
© Copyright: Slimka, 2004
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