maandag 10 juni 2013

Oranbulant

The town is filthy and incomplete,
Thrown on its back by a blistering heat.
Death rules over Oran,
As rats gather
To die together.

No way to break the curfew,
Escape the city walls.
The boulevard of broken dreams
Empty and forlorn,
While hospitals are crammed 
With the damned,
Holding on to the wreck of life
With broken claws,
Their grey faces livid,
Their craters crying out
Despair and disbelief.

In a spa far away you wait for me
While I fight this army of thousands.
As hope crawls away
To die a lonesome death,
I know that my bubonic heart
Will soon burst open
With love and longing.

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