In the midst of chaos
the trumpet’s call resounds
not for war’s prelude,
but humanity’s profound……
In the realm of time
Wrinkles affects
not the life of man,
but the quality of his thinking…..
In this existence
animality prevails
not by the ferals that have left the forest
but fanatical men’s tales…..
Yet here it is safe to hear!
not for those who fall prey,
but for those who’ve been chased……
Now in this place,
devoid of life’s embrace
a graveyard stands,
where lost souls pace
amidst the emptiness…..