” Oh you scoundrels rotten to the marrow!
The justice of the just didn’t last; Your injustice won’t last too
The roar of the brave lions passed; Your petty dogs’ Howling will pass too
The choking clot of death passed through many throats, it will eventually pass through yours too
You are Drunk of your omen’s good luck; don’t fret! your stars of fortune will pass from the sky too!
We have seen the golden days of the past, we will see the golden days of tomorrow!
But you, you will perish oh you the ones rotten to the marrow!
On that day of fortune, on that day, our lives will again, aglow!
Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
how it sings of separation:
Ever since they cut me from the reed bed,
my wail has caused men and women to weep.
I want a heart torn open with longing
to share the pain of this love.
Whoever has been parted from their home
Will forever long the return
The world oh you lover! Won’t be kind
You be the patient one, You be the loyal one
One day you will return”
Bjorn, would endlessly gaze in the small piece of calligraphy adorned with ornate motifs of cypresses and roses, the very piece of paper that was the last remnant of the existence of an old friend, a friend who was doomed to be freshly buried under bullets made in his beloved homeland it could be any minute now, or he may have already started rotting, “even if so he will rot gracefully I’m sure, like a noble innocent lamb” thought Bjorn
So, what do you think? Its my book’s opening, I would appreciate any feedbacks!
by Otherwise-Special843