The youth are coming

Arise from the dark

Faces are hidden with hoddies

Bright future they carry

in their fists

Their pace is secure

and kick is hard

They have to boast

in front of friends

about their epochal

act of violence tonight

Thinking that is the way how

you love people and your city

in the reverse perspective

of the distorted mirror of the nineties

I am scared by that darkness

from which their arise

That abyss of their minds

I am scared by density

of the violence and intolerance

condensed and zipped

in the new generation

which are under gas

and time to time

somebody explodes

as an annunciation

The red carpet of victory

red from blood

they run over

to be first

in the quarter

city, papers

and they go forward

looking backward

and stumble upon

differences

From every wrong sentence

the dark is lurking

from which they arise

covered with hoodies

with future in their fists

with distorted idols and ideals

pictures of violence in their eyes

stoned faces out of boredom

The young are coming