We have been running for years now.

Men, women, children

always running

seeking shelter

seeking refuge

from a world gone mad.

Whoever it was that said

´you can run, but you can never hide´

if only he had known

that he spoke

not mere words

but prophecy!

It was fifteen years ago today.

Fifteen years since the American Dream

turned into a nightmare

and the population of an entire continent

became no more... oh dear God...

became no more than food.

Food, for the dead!

-*-

A decade and a half has passed slowly

and though I pray to forget

I still remember the beginning.

And such a beginning it was

as it brought the end

of all we knew

as a people

as individuals

-*-

I lost my family in the first days

The surreal, fragmentetd days

when confusion, doubt and anger

was gradually distilled

into the purest, most ancient of emotions;

Fear.

 

Khathinka

4 september 2009 12:32

Mycket bra. mer PA till folket!!

 

hemlox

4 september 2009 12:59

mer... PA??

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