Here’s Francesco’s poignant poem about a thousand battles, losses and a welcome of the soldiers, encapsulated in mother’s courage – exclusively for Different Truths.
Evening falls in the fields and the wind is already calm from the clear sky of black clouds it landed smashing to the ground the leaves yellowed by eternal silences women dripping bitter drops and love torn from the womb. A thousand souls marched proudly clenched fists, tied hands serene faces, never dull eyes step firmly in the chest pain of wounded women and humiliated mothers singing the hymn of their only cry they came united in sincere hearts. Crowds cheering open arms welcomed by embracing lives broken by adverse winds voices of freedom and songs of joy the pure souls acclaimed giving them true values and the struggles of a thousand battles expected at the crossing of the friendly fraternal paths.
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