Minor God…
Let’s call Him so
Or perhaps despot of the sea
Does it sound better?
Screw sent to the slaughterhouse.
Dreams that cannot swim,
Chained atavistic fears
to his feet pushed deeply
on the accelerator
On the unfair fate
And on the ancient ballast.
The betrayal joined
To poverty and hunger
and it left you orphans
in a hundred
Into a sucked vortex
Of blue-tailed.
Orphan me too
without 900 brothers,
only daughter
of the same God.

– Claudia Piccinno