The Most Dangerous

Most treacherous is not the robbery

of hard earned wages

Most horrible is not the torture by the police.

Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed.

To be caught while asleep is surely bad

surely bad is to be buried in silence

But it is not most dangerous.

To remain dumb and silent in the face of trickery

Even when just, is definitely bad

Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly

But it is not most dangerous

Most dangerous is

To be filled with dead peace

Not to feel agony and bear it all,

Leaving home for work

And from work return home

Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.

Most dangerous is that watch

Which run on your wrist

But stand still for your eyes.

Most dangerous is that eye

Which sees all but remains frostlike,

The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love,

The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world.

That sinks the simple meaning of visible things

And is lost in the meaning return of useless games.

Most dangerous is the moon

Which rises in the numb yard

After each murder,

But does not pierce your eyes like hot chilies.

Most dangerous is the song

Which climbs the mourning wail

In order to reach your ears

And repeats the cough of an evil man

At the door of the frightened people.

Most dangerous is the night

Falling in the sky of living souls,

Extinguishing them all

In which only owls shriek and jackals growl,

And eternal darkness covers all the windows.

Most heinous is the direction

In which the sun of the soul light

Pierces the east of your body.

Most treacherous is not the

robbery of hard earned wages

Most horrible is not the torture of police

Most dangerous is not graft taken for greed and treason.