What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless,
whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the
holy name of liberty or democracy?
Father left his land dry and dead
looking for a life elsewhere
where the future would allow him to walk
among the sad, war-torn ruins.
A time of horrors and darkness
A night wrought with injustice
brimming full of greed
for those who lost so small.
He had to emigrate, understand another language
suffer the labours of the conquered
without that liberty they took from him.
But, by dint of his efforts, forgetting the past,
he built a worthy, renewed future
He gave his children what was taken from him.
When men are wolves to man
and their passions turn them into beasts.
There may be another place, another horizon
perhaps from the south or from the north
where refugees are installed in peace
And where love and life are what matters and hope in the future suffices.