The scream that crosses time
the torment of death
of the sons of Rachel
"the Innocents "
does not reach the heart
neither mind
of powers bastardized
from the nothing of Herod
by his worms,
does not move the doctor
now executioner of state
in front of her who deny
herself and the life
in her life;
on all the fog
of mind and Light
that crosses us
pales in indifference
of daily slaughter
where it blooms
the flower of life

Giuseppe R.Brera

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