I saw a tree
with tears in his eyes
they were dry as dust
on an endless rainless
summer mourning day
He told me
about his friends
he had a hundred years ago
but he was the only one who survived
a terrible wastefulness day
It was a battle field
with endless screams
of pain and sorrow
when they killed them one by one
just to be able to see the enemy come
I wonder
if they could not see
the hard times they made appear
for their childrens children land
and for all their possible dreams
I asked the old tree
for forgiving my ancestors
cause they could not feel
when fighting all there was
they harboured in their daily lies
He didn't answer
a long time it seemed to me
but less than a blink of an eye
measured by the span of his life
and his answer was a deep breathing sigh