The Black Messengers... How can they... What is the value of peoples life ?

There are some blows in life so hard...
I don't know !
Freedom to write...
Freedom to have your own opinion...
Freedom to think...

Blows that seem to come from God's hatred;
as if before them,
justify that killings ?
The backwash of all suffering
were welling into our soul... I don't know why...

They are few, but they are...
They open dark furrows in the toughest face
and the strongest grief...
Perhaps they are the guns of barbarous attilas;
or the black messengers sent us by Death.

They are the grave downfall of soul's...
Of some adorable faith that they think is destiny.
Those bloody blows are the crackling of bread
heating for us at the oven door.

And man if we can call them that...
Poor...
Without humanity...
There are some blows in life so hard...
I don't know!