A few words to thank all of AD trackers, readers and friends through one of its giants.

Some great men shined in white marbled
surroundings where in its honorable podium
thoughts were thrown like brave gladiators
ready to meet destiny in the Roman Coliseum.

Lingua franca, where lies can’t survive, none,
righteous tongue telling truth on the rostrum,
not even Cesar would dare to defy the learned
that make all lies weak, as Hercules columns.

From the plentiful erudite masters feast board
to the “ignorant plebe” are falling a few crumbs,
from those that haven’t got time to even teach
thoughts from their heads wearing laurel crowns.

Oh Masters! Why can’t any of you have learned
from Icarus not to fly so high, near the sun’s circum
that filled his father Daedalus heart with sorrow
because, of be above of us all, a pathetic delirium.

Poor humanity descending day after day…down,
where free will has chains and erudition doldrums,
because the materialistic squashed spiritualism by
taking marble slabs by marble slabs from the Forums.

We soon will be receiving a new prison sentence
that subject us to hard torture for a quadrennium,
naïveté of the populace that have confused choice
with non stopping politic gibberish for an ultimatum.

Hear, and hear well, they are of promising…plenty
promises believed will no tarnish, made of palladium,
but they are made of fool’s gold, worthless tomorrow
when all your hopes will enter their mausoleums.

The learned told you to open your eyes and your ears
to the fact that your lives are at the end of a pendulum,
the ticking clock keeps on ticking because you move
you are slaves and slaves haven’t right to referendums.

Andre, Sheik of Literary sands by the name ben YEHU,
sands like words united by the gracious Sheik vinculum,
which even a deaf man will hear telling him the truth
and the blind will read inside his beating heart’s infinitum.