Eyes of disasters...

In our eyes the roads
are endless.
Two are crossroads of
the shadow.
Death always emerging
from those secret fields in:
Palestine - Syria - Iraq
What wrong...  Like
(A person working a garden:
tear-drops like flowers
brakes)
Horizon-less pupils.
Virgin forests
we're lost in.
Castle of no return
that you reach
from the road that starts in the iris.
Oh boy without love,
my God
set you free from red ivy.
And you,
My friend's...
Who sit there
with their guns and rocket's 
keep clear of that insistent
People's...