It will come
to its end, shortly.....
Like all stories in a man's life,
The road will be open again....
Like all roads to the army of the Macedon.
The standards will be raised in front of the lines,
And the horsemen of the royal guard will start to move;
An army of conquerors with bleeding feet,
Leaves always impressive footsteps behind.
But there no more enemies in front,
The enemy now stands in our hearts, in our minds,
Invisible but always present....
The enemy is now behind the spears, in our bodies,
Brainwashing our sources of pleasure,
Murdering our will to obey the rules,
Torturing our hopes and our dreams,
We are face to face with an army of ghosts.
Now the ghost-herald starts speaking to us,
Slowly, with the softness of the summer wind,
He speaks of nothing else but of what we wish to hear,
He speaks about a great river called INDUS
Where all must stop and go no farther,
An army of conquerors with bleeding feet
Must think now of returning
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© 2000 George Pararas-Carayannis
The realization of
truth is more difficult than its discovery.