Poetry

The last man on earth

Home by the sea, let the shore dwell !

Behind a hut a man stand here, alive

In a broken atmosphere

Maybe he could save human kind

In front of him aliens

From mars, they've killed them all

Their little heads scare children

But there is neither children any more

Nor anyone, moreover

The shore is bleeding, home by the sea.

When they've arrived in a rainy weather

No one knows the sun will disappear completely

With a myriad of gifts the meeting was easy

They spoke so classy, their words soft as feathers

Were sounding at our ears so delightfully

There little heads were nice and quite funny

They seemed to be kind and polite.

Maybe to much...

Ten days later

A huge meeting was given on the beach

Aliens and Human people were invited

Since their arrival, no problem

They were quiet and like to learn

Our way of life

This dinner, this dinner...

While dinner guests were feasting

Glances and winks were flourishing

In a dark way, in a dark way...

It was at this very moment

That their chief “the big little head”

Stood up and said something

In their mysterious language

And others made the same thing

It was horrible !

People were falling

Ears in blood.

Horrible !

They continue to conquer the planet.

Sanctuary

At first sight a long-lasting temple

This place is no longer the one where I sadden

Some fleeting scents emanate here

Even vivacious smells of suffer!

And vast oppressive darkness

To live there for ages.

Walls made of stones spoiled by time

In their grey heart welcome for a long time

The most badly liked insects, noisy

Hosts and cannibals with the rests

In the night struggling weak

Under the fangs of nifty vivacious rodents

Kings of places, princes of the inhabited darkness

With soiled and speckled filthy skin

They would nibble the too low moon

The secular stone if it was friable

But they've chosen the dirty

To gnaw at the bones of honourable dead people.

Music

Your words

Are garbage

Which pollute the atmosphere

A symphony

Of excrements

To the glory

Of your vile spirit

Stained with shit

It pierce our

Ears through and through

And hurt us

These disgusting melodies

With soft lingering odour of dead rats.