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The Silence of Death: A Lament for Lost Innocents

 The armed hand
from anger
it is the death of humanity
it is the wind that sweeps
human lives
from the roots of the world.
Not even chains
they stop the violence
so fierce on the skin
and the scent of death
on the helpless bodies of children.
And then it is in the silence
the collapse of reality
on darkened faiths
from black evil
and of every violated truth
raped by iron.
The man
he became the executioner
the murderer of religions
the accomplice of the end
of earthly existence
of a tortured people.
Tomorrow will be
the day of death
today instead, it arose
the silence on the faces
but yesterday it was celebrated
the day of mourning.
The day after tomorrow he will be born
the day of destiny
born from the rite of power
on the lives of innocent souls
soaked in red blood
slaughtered by the hands of their brothers.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Francesco Favetta
Francesco Favetta has penned more than 4000 poems. Born in Sicily, Italy, he loves poetry and culture. In 2018, he was awarded by the Academy of Sicily. His poems have been widely anthologised, nationally and internationally. He founded a theatre company and a Lion’s Club. He believes that poetry is the weapon with which humanity will make its life free.

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