You destructive, cruel,
A crown of sharp thorns
Set on the heads of some
While in their later years.
You announce your presence
With insidious waves of forgetfulness
And gradually, insert your dagger
Until you have carved every bit of memory.
Then, you wipe out the human thought
Of its mantle of words
And thus, you rip off
The connecting threads of reason.
You never cease in your tenacity.
You rob the heart of its animation
And deprive it of its feelings.
Relentless force that moves
From the brain down to the soul,
People of knowledge will soon
Find the crux of your power
And skillfully, cut your claws.