A special message

To every killer
To every criminal
To every murderer
To every unjust judge
To every unfair leader

No bird can rest on your hand, the polyhedral dice,
the one having thousand faces of hates,
since the decent heart in your chest showed its other face,
turning to a volcano's rocks of flaming embers,
burning the remnants of innocence of your lovers

your white heart turned red then black,
sunk in darkness over darkness
It won't see any glimmer of light
It seemed you're digging your grave
rather than building your promised palace

We'll be raising in one hand our black flags,
made of so many deliberately burned suns,
since the death is kidnapping dreams and souls
and in the other hand our olive branches
since you're burning the green and dead

We no longer have protection trenches
or Persian advisors with suitable ideas
Hence, our flags will never be let down
until other newborn liberties are born
until the fruits get rid of predator worms

Human was born to worship and work,
but some insist to spoil and ruin in the Earth
I'll tell them be prepared for the worst
and count your remaining hopeless hours
to meet your fateful worst ending