Poetry for the Inner Ear

  Not knowing the truth it's time defeat devil's trap respond to grisly monster only violence and hatred on earth down we kneel to say our prayer starting life anew deadly planet's secret betrayal another country going nuclear all of us nearly drown

  Living spirit will come earth in shackles darkest fears trouble mind hope fate will have mercy on us one morning terrorist began to kill forgetting eternal truth understood by ancient fathers life is beautiful simple joys of life beyond our reach everywhere ignorant soldiers keep on clashing

We pine for sunshine bright  not afraid to suffer contemplating song of compassion new-born hope guardian angel always does more than we ask at the same time gloomy earth smiles in a moment devil will attack tomorrow at dawn there is nobody here no savior we will be wounded or dead

  Our glory deserted us in truth the source of  terror and pain evil transgressor oppressing innocent earth prophet subdues powers of devil humble heart and soul grateful fruitful soil nectareous again we find beauty in dew and grass furious satan advances green meadow gone, sudden thunderstorm expected in all things  

The beast of wrath  reign of darkness and terror wisdom of light hid from sight loss of eternal human values half dead with fear it is enough to continue praying prophets are calling us beast's threat of vengeance that spring day was the last time everyone perishes in nuclear winter

 Sweet is thy reign what was missed in age of anxiety our sigh and prayer found it deeper love grace finds a way through a little space of compassion softest impact we need not shiver and shake prophets and holy sages take care of  us horror and fear felt no more

  my former reflections returned beauty dwells in our scars superior to largest wealth such perfidious times fire and frost of hell unable to touch  light of  paradise is our teacher always hungry for green island of  sacred love joy and hope in god's kingdom where adoring prophets receive repose

The waters of childhood  higher corpses count loss of humanism thunder bleak of violence we find the reason of being alive what is best happens to us born to obey will of god victim of unclean guile and deceit we are saved by light patience and hope in prophet's message