How much is a life worth, without the white dove? all value is lost in the blind man’s sight or in the ogre’s hand that rises above with his burning yoke of might. . Some stain the cross for the god they adore others in turbans sigh for their own in times of war there are eyes that implore for those who breathe no more. . To the pleasure of killing only pain replies with the innocent voice of the one small and poor How much is a life worth when the devil hides in the mind of a fool. How much is a life worth of the one small and poor in the mind of the fool . In the middle of struggle death dances with grace and it matters not the hand nor the color of skin she follows the weakest when strength shows its face and attacks without mercy within. . Cursing a war while provoking a war is a paradox woven with lies truth becomes rotten when buried in soil while the damage quietly lies. . To the pleasure of killing only pain replies with the innocent voice of the one small and poor How much is a life worth when the devil hides in the mind of a fool. How much is a life worth of the one small and poor in the mind of the fool . Poem: Ramón Bonachí.
