Once we fell into the deepest troubles,
We were rudderless,
Spiritless,
Lifeless.
Then there came a nietzschean ‘Superman ‘
All powerful,
Vigorous,
Indomitable,
Cheerful and
well spirited.
He ushered the way of light,
Freedom and
Equality.
He won us the land,
saved us and
freed us from the hyenas.
He started again
To advance
To walk of own
To stand upright.
And he passed some distance.
We the blood of Yago,
Mrjafar
bloomed our luciferous glimpse,
And killed our god in a godless world.
Still we regret.
But blood cannot be recirculated.
It swims, it passes.
Cries will never stop.
For what sensible purpose does it hold or of what kind of fate it is, when its occurrence and its cessation are made without
