Upon pillars of salt
Built to withstand the wrecks of passing time
Not ready to bear the weight
Of human indifference
"The poison that keeps the rotors of the world in
Now as tongues lick
Mouths get numb
As speech becomes inarticulate
Both sides of the coin bear the same figure
Both sides have the same story to tell
The real one fades away as time passes...
Leaving nobody behind to remember it.
Lies and truth dance around in circles
In a constant change of positions
A rotating diameter where ends never confront
And at the center stands
The rotor that sets the circle
That engulfs us all
Forged ages ago
By the blood and sacrifice
Of innocents that died in vain
On the altars of political
And religious confrontations.