Knock on the roof by Patrick Williamson

Non dimentico il passato
Non trascuro il presente
Non temo il futuro
Vivo

Words lost in wind, we shout above
smashing of windows

rise star of danger, sky burning,
take your place in the firmament

knock on my roof

trapped in the enclave
behind the lines

morning uncovers rubble, crunching,
how can you love the spring

the morgues are full
dead children in ice cream cabinets

your bed is a trench, house a coffin,
you are reeds that crumple in the storm

lashed by hell cannon,
this bloody helter the devil stirred,

the school is blasted
the pinpoints are merciless
the ruins hush valleys

blood for blood
one thousand deaths
to avenge one –

I can be found
in the midst of silence

the displaced scurrying
rats in their cage
this
stretches our imagination,

I will
…………..love

Escape, escape, escape

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