The numbers do not count. The lethal arsenals do not matter. At the end the courage, steadfastness, sacrifice and commitment to cause will succeed. This is what the human history tells us and this is what the outcome is going to be.
MAN OF MY TIME
You are still the stone and sling,
Man of my time.
Was in the cockpit,
With wings malignant, carrying death
I saw in the chariot of fire, the gallows,
The wheels of torture.
I have seen: it were you
Your exact science extermination,
Without love, without Christ,
You have killed again,
As always, as your fathers killed,
As killed, animals that we saw for the first time.
This smells like blood on the day
When his brother told the other brother:
"We're going to farm".
And that cold, tenacious,
Came up to you, within your day.
Forget, or children, the clouds of blood
Rose from the earth, fathers forget:
Their graves lie in ashes,
Black birds, wind, cover their heart.
(Salvatore Quasimodo)
Dedicated to the innocent, besieged children struggling for their survival.
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