Our borders are ajar
like the gates of hell
now giving way to vermins
to traumatize the world.

They have begun to lay siege
to the placid forests.
They have begun to torment
even the impoverish travelers.

The harbingers have spoken,
they are still speaking but
we are too busy like a bee
to give inner ears to their
prophetic messages.

If they are tenders of herds
the earth won’t have been
shielding the tears of agony.
But they are those whose
lineage were misanthropes.
They kidnap, they truncate dreams.

The peaceful forests have sheltered death and our highways have
begun to rob with rifles.

But beware travelers,
ransom may not be
the sole sacrifice.

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