That Dark Side of the Cities

They are the only ones
who are free.

They stay
on that dark side of the cities
where the most remote stones
rest on their bodies,
covered with dust.

When news is broadcast at regular times
by beautiful international women
wearing colorful clothing and gaudy smiles,
the dead hear nothing but deep silence,
as if all the international languages
are without sound.

Even when the bombs start to rain
on far and near cities,
they are safe in their eternal shelters
while their souls are suffering
from the long-lost dreams.

The only voice that reaches them
to shake their bones
is the tortured screams
from solitary confinement,
just like the graves
where the freedom is condemned to survival.