poesito contro la guerra God, with all his light,
walks in the darkness!

On the trail of his shoes,
trees grow.

And on the trail of his thoughts,
autumn appears.

On the streets
You see eyes with clouds inside
of wrinkled faces

And the faces of the mournful
are full of heavenly tears.

And those black, heartless clothes
that have nothing to do with poems.



in a newsletter they send so seldomly you forget the site and the movement ever existed, the editors of poets against the war appended these poems by "soufie."  ¶ 1/11/2005 08:35:00 PM