The Clock
The clock cannot change the destiny
Of seconds, minutes, hours, years and centuries.
It can only be witness to
The changing nations
And their histories
Recorded in blood-stained pages.
It ticks away its agony,
Its inability to protest
Against the builders of chaotic moments.
Archeology of Silence
We tried to excavate truths
Lying under the monuments
For thousands of years
Of civilizations,
Of people,
Created and destroyed
By emperors,
Historians,
People,
Of the privileged class.
People who redefined humanity
No longer could be traced.
Gods and emperors
Of those times
Banished them
And they took shelter
Under those monuments
And waited
With their mummified memories
To see the end
Of the archeology of silence.
