The Carnival of the Barbarians
In our era,
The savages no longer wear masks.
They display the barbarity of their madness
Like crowns forged from the ruins of a putrid world.
They speak of peace
With genocides trapped between their teeth,
And their sterile speeches reek
Of gunpowder, oil, and dried blood.
Executioners now parade
Beneath the spotlights of media empires.
Their hands are stained with the terror of millions of innocents,
Yet their suits are worth more than human lives.
Modern conscience is agonizing
In the cold corridors of absolute profit.
Banks speculate on hunger
While children learn war before the alphabet.
Wolves govern the sheepfolds
And call it civilization.
They turn borders into prisons
And oceans into silent mass graves.
Humanity moves forward like a blind man
Guided by merchants of apocalypse.
Screens have become altars
Where humanity is sacrificed for a few digital illusions.
Supremacist imperialists build their thrones
With the bones of humiliated peoples.
They baptize their crimes as “world order”
And their plunder as “international cooperation.”
Cities shine at night
Like jewels upon a corpse.
Beneath the concrete of modern metropolises
Millions of dreams rot into nothingness.
Lies have become a sacred industry.
Propaganda gives birth to mutilated truths
That the masses swallow
Like poison scented with patriotism.
Even words are contaminated.
Freedom crawls under surveillance,
Justice sleeps inside administrative coffins,
And dignity begs in the streets of capitalism.
The new barbarians no longer scream.
They sign leonine contracts,
They shake filthy hands before the cameras
While entire nations suffocate in the shadows.
The world resembles a vast golden pigsty
Where money washes corrupted consciences clean.
Murderers become national heroes
When their victims are poor or distant.
The memory of peoples burns slowly.
Official textbooks erase massacres
As though History
Could be cleansed with the dirty water of the victors.
Amid the rubble,
A few voices still refuse to bow.
Men and women standing tall
Carry truth like a torch through the storm.
For barbarism often triumphs through silence,
But never forever.
Even the fiercest empires
Eventually collapse beneath the weight of their own darkness.
And when the masks finally fall,
The world may discover
That the true savages
Were not the ones History accused.
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