Dialogue

"Silence
— don’t want to hear those sirens,
for those who leapt for violence,
whose fate caught up with tyrants,
of those who ‘llowed its finance:
silence us."

"You are so alike, my friends despondent
as the pagan world of beauties fades
you long for something you fear is lost
and feel the winter of discontent closing in.
— You draw on your cigarette
like a man who keeps waking himself up
lest he should fall asleep."

"We look the same to you, through your myopic lens
you speak and we shudder
you read aloud from dead letters that froze
people’s hearts ever since medieval times.
— The walls you build are a prison
they keep you locked in your mind,
like the division between good and bad."

"Yes, winter is coming, but the tyranny you see
is not from this house being built.
See, the wind is howling, and the light
from this stone house shines afar..
— Come, get inside, there’s tea to warm the heart,
and once winter subsides
you can go and play outside."