Freshly purchased,
the animal crackers and toys
made their beaten path,
before the circus and animals
like weapons. Imprisoned in bars,
their keepers empowered
feeling misery,
like day to night passing,
the circus a good passing.

Entertained, now soldiers moved and
jolted in their seats like jacks in boxes,
freshly purchased, the more they stayed
the more they made noise.
The golden ticket snatched in a rupture of sound,
to the magical movements where they had silently
moved with muffled steps of cats
very high up,
people in burned
and cold high-rise buildings.

Making laps to see the show,
made-up performers thought they
could get away with anyone
who bought tickets.
But the act had to follow,
for the war mongers.

Because the noise did not stop,
because more of it came,
some flying
very high in the air with wings, helmets,
they thought the moment was not real,
but these thoughts nor did the noises go on,
if they, every time they dared they did something,
it was because they were like infants not worried.
But would they get
captured?

They fought. The way they played
full of mixed mirth. The clowns their enemies
shot their guns,
out came the words bang! The people were
choking, the words choked,
on thoughts of valor. Lightly they played
wishing they had played.

But if anything that did not mean nothing,
now their were in cages living shaking candelabras
like the keys,
that opened them to the dirt grim feet,
their hairs on end, yet beasts, they
had felt they had been exempt of freedom.

But if freedom had meant just having
their hands not being tied behind their
backs, and pick the bones with teeth and
fight like animals like we did, we didn´t know.

Magic tricks tricked us before
our eyes, people that had
brought explosions, where that
which was deadly was the light exploding before
our eyes.

The more they had seen the more
they were shocked with light, in enemy territory
the explosions rose now in the area in the air full of smoke.

The lights hit them and blinded them,
where the game was more like
knifed mouths than fire mouths.
But if games were real it was very real that
they had taken the game lightly and easy and not seriously.

Performers on crutches
keep standing on their legs.
They found the end.

The acts done closed
the lights of the night were still bright
with noises and lights that had been sounding death´s heels.
Where they could not keep up,
with the belongings stored at those enemies´ death wishes.
Concealed, the act had come too soon,
now it was gone,
the enemies were too fast and they were too much,
where there were too many quick ones,
that had come to a moment´s death.