VERSOS>The silent cage
The martyrs wish to be
in our western golden cage,
from hell they have to flee
coming to the united shame,
the silent cage.
Sailing through seas of tears
leaving all those horrors seen
they wish to forget fears
in a static crumbling cage.
The eastern princess weeps
as the bull looks down at her,
an ancient god prepared
to put her in the cage.
Since future looks the light
of a present ye shan’t meet,
they fly to a starting life:
a never-ending sleep.