Monkeys

I see a thousand monkeys
screaming and jumping like in a zoo.
I don’t know where they go.
I don’t care. Should I know!?

They think to be bright.
They are the owners of earth.
They have their spirits blind.
They are just God’s sheat.

Oh! In their dreams
they are all kings and queens.
But in the real
they are not gold but steel.

Even in the Heaven’s doors
They would say to me:
- Tell the keeper you are my friend.
They are blind they wouldn’t see
the doors of their end.

Monkeys! Monkeys! You don’t know who you are!
Monkeys! Monkeys! From the light you are so far.