The Faceless Enemy
The Earth, our Mother Earth,
This «flower bed that makes us so ferocious»(*)
Can in turn be fierce, a faceless enemy.
Nobody can defeat it, the nature's laws say.
So, when his trembling weapons hit us
In just one minute, an infinite time,
Our life becomes a speck of sand
Between the fingers of the fate.
Crunchs, then roars and howls
In the night, from an angry subsoil.
Meanwhile someone dies
Amid shrieks, there below in the dust.
Now that dawn is coming up
Fear gushes from your shining eyes
In your heart the blood freezes.
What you see is just dust.
A dog is still looking for his master.
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© 2016 - Karolus
(*) «flower bed that makes us so ferocious» is a verse of the Dante's Divine Comedy, Paradiso, XXII, 151: "L'aiuola che ci fa tanto feroci". In comparison to the Universe, the Earth is only a small flower bed, but is able to make us so ferocious and arouse in us the cupidity.
Credit to Psyco-Walfas
I would like to dedicate this my poor words, dictated more from sadness and emotion rather than from a literary intent, to
Amatrice.
The beautiful Apennine village of Amatrice was admitted in the Club of "The most beautiful villages in Italy" last year.
On the night of August 24, an earthquake destroyed this small village.Amatrice as it was: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAkVsF…
And as it is now, after the earthquake: www.youtube.com/watch?v=agAqqv… www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8V5vj…
While aftershocks (nearly 1,000 in 48 hours) continue, 284 victims have been extracted from the rubble, but probably there are others buried by debris.
More news about this tragedy:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2016_Cen…
www.theguardian.com/world/2016…
www.nytimes.com/topic/destinat…
www.washingtonpost.com/news/sp…