Eero Johannes Mäkinen

“A motherland that throws its children to the dogs”

In fields of wheat

But there’s never been enough, to make me love my land

To be murdered after armistice, like doves, that claw, falling from the sky

But I sing for the state, so I cry I’m proud

Like that wormwood dropped on my tongue, I know now, I’ve been dragging a dying star, for a starving deity

Along the coastline, the stone in a blue cap, leads me back to reality

To an unfaithful crimson sun

Pale roses, stained by the white son

For peace, the other birds fell from the sky

On the floor, projected omens by the disco ball