The fog in the daylight
Daniel North
June 7, 2006
By Daniel North
In the searing Barranquilla daylight
Hounding paramilitaries kill in the plant
Despite the warnings from mankind
The murderous artillery still sounds
With its intimidating "Power! Control!" chant.
Storming through, above any law
Abducting the workers, leaders or child
With such sickening panic
Looking at the last seconds of life
As the anguish of loss is compiled.
I contemplate over motives
Gripping firmly onto a soft drink can
In how such brutality could happen
Envisaging the negativity that leaks the walls
And a body of a shattered man.
As corruption like this is an intense fog
Over this Colombian blood tainted abyss
Tell me how can this ever be ethical?!
When the one's that can be protecting them
Maybe too busy drafting up the hit lists!
But no one should ever work under these conditions
Feeling scooped hollow by any human right
That's why we need to cease this fog
Which like a constricting bottle cap seals over
In the searing Barranquilla daylight.
