Some could not accept their past

                                       Nor change their life.

 Some lost a friend, a father, a world,

                                       They never understood.

 Some saw too clearly all

                                     That mad men can do.

 Some are the echoes of a last

                                     Fucking lost condition.

 Some envied streams and

                                     Breathed their air.

Some disappeared in the dead of freedom.

                 Some found Unity a disfigured subject                                      Only bombs discuss.