Here in the dances
of this hell
where the bombs
rain from the sky
as if it were
purple rain
here in the streets of Gaza
you can only hear
the screams of pain
of innocent children
and the smell of death
has impregnated every corner
and inside this night
so dark and without love
the acrid taste of blood
is a bloody river
that flows on the earth.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
