Poetry about Peace
War advances when it grips people's hearts,
inflames them with a silent thunder,
cages them inside a room,
and regrets them.
What drives man to slaughter?
Does profit make man capable of this?
Up there in the sky is the hope
of finding agreements and peace,
that will reduce the great poverty,
that will recall the hushed voices.
Down here, a variety show is composed
and staged in crude premises.
The more that is given of victory,
the less remains of esteem and promises.
Umberto F. M. Cefalà
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