BAMBINI VIOLATI VIDEO POESIA
The pieces of heart
they have become rags of love.
For all life
live gazes of fire
looking at cruel faces
without a shadow of play.
In halls flooded with darkness and blood
the dreams of small lives escape.
Ringing and shiny, they grind the teeth
they cry and suffer with vacant hands.
They eat and sleep without having anything
they no longer hope for tomorrow
because now for them it is without humans.
They are children in search of love
they are the sacrificed lambs
in the name of the new pain.
They are the victims of every color
who die alone and without making a sound.
I am the life that goes away
and the future of creation
than never before has it been devastated.