נעמי אלומים / Internationale |
Arise ye pages from your volumes, Arise ye prisoners of man, You have been secured in these manuscripts, There, with determination And have been written upon for centuries with persistence; Thousands of years, They thought you could tolerate all, Indulge their perpetual striving for duplicity; But today the last strain Has burst our endurance and forbearance. Man has scribbled many words Upon the paper And he thought you could tolerate all- Along with distinguished, magnificent creations, Art and words, That induced love, affection, liberty And emancipation between humans, He inscribed the bloody pleadings of the inquisited, He indited the confessions of the inquisitor, He wrote the story of bloodshed and killing and torture and pain, He exerted immense endeavor and venture to use you As his asylum, To lie upon you, to rest in peace while His progenies interpret his written word And believe, have no doubt In his words that you haul. He employed you to give injunctions Which cost the being of millions like him, And he adapted you to justify and absolve his actions. Ne'er, paper We shall no longer sanction his blindness, In which he thinks there is no Justice or impartiality, And is precise. |
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד. |
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