Imaginary Sufferings

I didn't want to stay at home aloneThis morning to the madhouse I have goneEspecially the victims of the warHave stuck my mind with show that I sawMentality destroyed of heavy woundsIn hours awakened under moundsThe chamber seemed like terrific blindageIn darkened light it looked just like a cageThe orders are there given every nightThey execute them silently in frightShelters and the ground holes are bedsThe sudden screams are heard in headsIt's the Imaginary SufferingThe war forgotten evermoreIt's the Imaginary SufferingThe memories are stronger then the loreIn the ears of unfortunatesThe scream of shells keeps onTheir eyes like five years agoAre full of demonic horrorBayonets will never stopTo pierce in soft stomachsTanks ruthlessly force downCrying wounded bodiesAnd press them like floundersIn thunder of endless struggleExplosions of hand grenadesThe Crash of splitting skullsTerrible Singing of the minesRattle of pressed down menIn spite of failed blindagesEverything was saved in mindsJust like from the black magicWhich was created so cruelAnd is filled with Tacit FuryIn that chamber of sorrowWith turned to pale eyesIn horror they scream and cryChoke in restrained shirtsSilent thunder-storms of chaosFall on there weakened mindsJelly legless wriggling existenceCrawling deintellected creatureLife of carrion slowly draftsTo intestines, brain and breaks intoDim disintegration of beginning