The guardians of the revolution - Poetry by Elisabetta Errani Emaldi

[Elisabetta Errani Emaldi]

The guardians of the revolution


The eyes of the world watching horrified
the guardians of the revolution, while
shoot from the rooftops to the angels of freedom.

The ”spiritual” guards of madness
fight their battle
against the light, believing of sealing
in the casket of silence their crimes.

From the invisible wires of the eater the
reports of torture and massacres fly to the world,
crushing the masks
of clay of the demons of the dark valley.

You! fragments of obscurity blinded by the darkness of your
gluttony, don’t you see? you are dragging your soul
to atone in the labyrinth of suffering.

"Spiritual" guards of madness observe the evil
dancing in your ballerinas minds,
controlled by the demons warriors of hell.

In big squares crowded by angels
of protest against the corruption at the power,
the demons of the valley of darkness, dressed in black,
as fast as wind, on their horses of metal,
mercilessly kill the doves of freedom.

The "Spiritual" guides at the power tremble of
fear to lose their castle of sand, then
shoot at the crowd and at the heart of the innocent girls
that claim the freedom.

The eyes of the world look shocked,
but the guardians of the revolution
continue to fight against love.

Do not delude your minds controlled by
the black pawing stallions of death,
your actions will bring you
to defeat, unchangeable fate, created by your
animal’s ego concentrated on personal interests.
Your crimes will not continue forever.

The dawn of freedom will lead your
people in triumph and you will be disarmed
by your destructive madness
that will chain you to your crimes