Descent

I cower at the sight of me,

Broken, falling to my knees
What dignity I still had
Squeezed away inside my prides hand

I claw at my meaningless visage

Sanity drifting away like a mirage,
For the emotions that once boiled within me
Are now mere kindling for my beings pyre

And my childhood friends,

Looking at me with curious, worried eyes.
Their gaze as cold as ice,
Clambering to make their amends.

For the now shunned madman,

Was once worthy of their friendship,
But when his heart had truly opened
They left him alone and broken

The play

One loud bang is all it takes

For the jesters to take their rightful place
To scream and dance and be set free
From the Ringmasters grand scheme

One loud thump and they all fall

Down into a foul pit of blood
As beautiful roots embrace their bodies
And crawl outwards on the ground

One sure strike and the gong hisses loud

They kneel and plead as I load another round
And take their frail hands
As I end my performance with a loud, loud bang.

I am Romania

I am an honest man,
Welcoming, kind and generous
I help my kin in need
And uphold the noblest of deeds
My country is beautiful and serene,
I pride myself in its flourishing scene.
I sing songs of patriotism old
Reminiscing about glorious days of yore.
I pray and beseech away
For good health, luck, and material gain...
I am a simple man,
Hateful, ignorant and selfish
I look perplexed at men in need
Wondering how I can feed my greed.
I frown, spit and thrash
At whatever is left of my ancestors' ash.
I boast and toast to this beautiful land
As I alone wish to see it trashed and undone.
I advocate freedom and acceptance
As I alone squander and shackle my own future, without lenience.
I seek care and compassion in nursing homes throughout,
When they themselves fester and rot within and without.
My mouth embraces technology and future,

Yet my mind is barbaric and uncultured.

I curse and despise my hollow leadership,
Yet I welcome it within my home, blindly, sheepishly.
I revolt and oppose madness and treachery
But my frail mind is lazy and unwilling, in secrecy.
I cry against injustice, demanding change
When I allow these devils, covered in mange
To feast and savour my loved ones' gore,
Waiting for me, knowingly, to feed them more.
I am Romania,
And my screams are yet ignored.

Pentru ngerii sacrificai,

Pentru schimbarea ateptat, dar nemeritat.
Pentru libertatea de-ai mnji i de-ai arta cu degetul,
Pe acei "oameni" responsabili pentru totul.