ONLY TRAITORS SLEEP
Our words have come back to haunt us. There is no sleep for those who spoke.
No sleep for those who lived and were not stillborn.
Our memories have become alive, demanding and restless. We cannot close our
Our martyrs call from beyond the grave and our ears pick up their
slogans. There is no sleep for those with a conscience.
No rest for those with a heart. Only the zombies sleepwalk their life away. Foul the
smell in their wake. They carry the cemetery on their shoulders and the ice in their
veins melts for no one.
Our words have come to haunt us. Those who spoke have no rest.
No sleep for those with a conscience.
Might the call of the martyrs: Death to the traitors!