FUTURE GENERATION

When the eyes vomited fire

And tongue scattered bullets

Instead of sweet words.

From mouth and nostrils

Instead of cold fog

Disgorged flames and smoke.

While the bloody hands

Seemed me anxious to throttle

The human’s throat.

With long teeth

Like a demon

Wandering like a vagabond

In search of human neck.

When the atmosphere perfumed

With the smell of blood.

And humanity danced nakedly

On the reddish land.

I wondered, I puzzled

I saw his vindictive figure

And touched his warm body

With trembling hands

And stopping beat.

My tongue muttered

“Who are you?”

He laughed wildly

And caught my neck

Then replied

“I am your future generation.”