Another illusion

War is all over our black screens,

and nothing is made to awake awareness

of Olympus going wild against each other;

peace is another illusion

violently knocking the wounds’ door;

a forgotten art to live without knowing,

what a naive charm that is nowadays.

Why do we continue on this eternal path of bloodshed?

To change,

perhaps, is not to be part of the problem, nor the solution,

to stand alone then,

while illusions kill themselves

is something close to the being’s metamorphosis.