resting

on the knees

of the gods

by Roberto Lavidez

the silhouette

of a bent man

tilling the ground

the sign of the

irrevocable

decay

cut off from the

comprehension

of our

surroundings

each time

he lifted

his hoe

the frightened

birds

rose and flew

swiftly away

a weary

pilgrimage

amongst

hints for

nightmares

blundered

into a place

of cruel

mysteries

not fit for a

human being

to behold

mass of men

accustomed to

wretchedness

and humiliation

bogged down in

fruitless inertia

believing that

destiny rests

on the knees

of the gods

as their

oppressors

command them

to tear

treasure out

of the bowels

of the land

they stagnate

deplorably

in unbearable

poverty

imagine

the growing

regrets

the longing

to escape

the powerless

disgust

the surrender

the hate

but the more

they understand

the more

watchful

they become

the more

they come

to realize

something

altogether

monstrous

intolerable

to thought

and odious

to the soul

that notion

of being

captured

by the very

essence

of dreams

a tremor of

struggling

revolt

attacking

the heart

of domination

taking

the lead

with their

brains

and their

muscles

in the fight

for freedom

defying

fate

written

in the

capitalist

manifesto

by the

flabby

devil who

loses the

unbounded

power of

eloquence

until

he no longer

runs the show

ah!

but it is

something

to have

at least

a choice

of nightmares

©robertolavidez2014