attack
The smell of death and blood
corrupts the air and earth,
pierced by tremendous explosion
investing in Wall merciless
screw and screw and screw and screw
bulk thrown into the sky
reflux broken toys,
piled up and dismembered
between debris and mixed scrap,
nipped in the daily apparent
d 'a country at war always
between whispers and quiet and discreet
rises the cry of a baby,
only in tears and rags ...
only ...
to tear the hearts remained standing
to draw blood in the word peace.
Matteo Cotugno
Unpublished - all rights reserved
dedicated to our casualties in Farah
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