of bloody rubble?
You can't feel it in the air
poor damn
the destiny
to be born,
if then forced
to live like mice,
so as not to die in lightning,
no escape.
Heroic troubled mothers,
latest
to surrender, between tears,
they still hope
that Destiny
may he be
merciful,
at least with the kids.
We don't let it die
these creatures
Why
if we look closely
they are also our children.
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Author Stefano Dr Capasso
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