Upon pillars of salt

Built to withstand the wrecks of passing time

Not ready to bear the weight

Of human indifference

"The poison that keeps the rotors of the world in motion"



Now as tongues lick

Mouths get numb

As speech becomes inarticulate

Minds nauseate



Both sides of the coin bear the same figure

Both sides have the same story to tell



The real one fades away as time passes...

Leaving nobody behind to remember it.



Lies and truth dance around in circles

In a constant change of positions

A rotating diameter where ends never confront eachother



And at the center stands

The rotor that sets the circle

That engulfs us all

In motion.



Forged ages ago

By the blood and sacrifice

Of innocents that died in vain



On the altars of political

And religious confrontations.