Requiem

My eyes on
the corpses in the streets
which give into the sky

forever free
into oblivion

i watch it all die...


TELL ME.. HOW CAN
I PUT OUT THIS
FIRE INSIDE??


outrage like
a foot crushing your head
on the ground

the feelings
of an upcoming past
more than ever

closer and closer...


TELL ME.. HOW CAN
I PUT OUT THIS
FIRE INSIDE??


night falls
on this square
as blood spurts

on the eyelids

asking invain
for a dead justice




This opera by Dario Iosca is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribuzione-Non commerciale-Non opere derivate 2.5 Italia License.