Poesia

Por Maurício de Oliveira

To Lost Youth and Weary Warriors

To the soldiers lost far from their homesWith shovels and stones embedded in their spinesFlung headlong into the frayWith no campfire to raise them upShy both inside and outSeated on the ground, immersedLike paints on a parched canvasDrawn with a single, undefined strokeAt the loom with threads of bloodWith a razor stuck in the cloudsBlue is etched into the red horizonInto their pierced eyesLet us silence our voices and our judgmentLet us pray to their fathers and mothersOpening our hearts from afarTo these young people cast out into the worldLet us bless their desiresTo return home and kissTheir innocent little brothers and sisters.
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