If a country has the leaders it deserves
ugly mirror of a people
When surrenders to hate poetry
comes the moment of silence, Poetry
Needless to pearls before swine
That poem is protected in the hermitage retreats
With few wolves that still love
Before he makes cannon fodder
The sea is rough desert
Blizzard of sand between the dunes
his eyes scratched violated
crevasses on glaciers
abandoned villages, the mountains,
Scacco the Queen.
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