MIRROR GAMES

Far-away,
far-off in time,
there is war
with its horrible images
inside mirrors:
a baby, alone, cries,
unaware.

Far-away,
far-off in space,
the earth burns
lighting up the sky,
with reflections in waters:
a boy, terrified, runs,
pursued by his shadow.

Far-away,
far-off in memory,
there is the recollection
of hidden events
of senseless insensitivity:
a mother, lost, prays
at the grave of her soldier son.

Far-away,f
ar-off from the media,
there is hunger
among people born
without hope of a future:
society, disturbed, does nothing,
not having the vital solution.

Far-away,
far-off in the imagination,
there is hope
for a better life
in the mirrors of eternity:
a crowd, triumphant, celebrates
the metamorphosis come true.
Traduzione in ingle della dott. Pat Eggleton