Lletres: Zaburon. Sickly Theatre.

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The train of death
continue his mad run,
unknown is the destination.
Many questions, many doubts,
immense terror.
Terrible visions appear,
the painful child cry
Unable to understand and to will.
People dejected
over their excrement,
gagged like dirty animal.
They are guilty to be alive,
our lives destroyed
by the humour of tyrants.
A long barbed wire,
dogs and guardians,
a sickly theatre.
The sight was obscene,
thousand of people dying
without a name.
Bar code men
enslaved like beasts
left into the mud,
dressed by gray uniforms
masks of blood
without an expression,
trembling corpses.
Their eyes reflect
a painful trip.
A big tower dominate the scene
spreading ashes and dust,
doom on the fields.
A long barbed wire,
dogs and guardians,
a sickly theatre.
We can?t see?
They have to go
to the tower
to meet their carnage