When the day breaks,
the water across the surface-
rushes into the dam;
and the clouds scatter with the horizon.
The bridge just over the river,
doesn't let anyone go through-
decades ago had it done;
but now it frightens to repeat.
In the nights of '89,
they crossed the bridge.
The very bridge-
which led their hearts to a ruin.
Their hands were burnt,
through the fire-flames.
Holding their thoughts forever-
they welcomed their fate.
The vengeance of the elite,
of that the girl belonged.
The innocence of the poor-
in which the affection prolonged.
River known for its death zones,
with gorges and deepest points.
Embraced them forever-
Embraced them; for their union never ends.
River,
makes no guilt.
It knows to nourish-
it knows how to feed the biota.
Love,
makes no plea.
It knows to sacrifice-
it knows not how to lament.
In the years passed,
nobody dared to have an insight.
As the river was dreadful-
and had known to farewell mercy.
Within the scores,
the water has left the river.
Now their body-
seems visible to all human.
Vultures and hawks,
have found their prey.
Snatching the flesh-
hobbling around it everyday.
Cared who, what they were for-
that just became an organo-foul.
Who now sees their pain;
For their expressions are now devoured.
But humans are always always humans,
they know how to predict.
Some say they fell over the bridge-
some say they determined suicide.
Some find them alcoholic-
Some find them criminals.
Some find them as a bunch of poor-
Some find them no more than petty animals.
Who had known,
the fear ruled within them.
The very night-
when they were followed by ammunitions.
The boy was thrown first,
the girl for the momental amusement.
The purity did vanish-
and she left off to her companion.
But the bridge stil remains-
as though it has no stain.
Whoever shows such a manly deed-
they ain't lose anything; they are goin' to gain.
'07bpb
04/07/07 @ 20:50