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broken free Evil (Epilogue from above)



blew a wind of fury and waved posters
-words of hope on balconies open-
The evening was dark, the night was falling ,
wind came a war and slowly dawned
the sad, gray morning of broken signs.

This poem attempted the perpetrator the morning of March 20, 2003 , when we woke up stuck in a war that we wanted. That night it rained, the wind did many of the posters that were in the balcony broke. Now serves to express the bad conscience for not having hung our posters to protest the war in Libya . In these years we have broken the posters, the wind has swept the dream life then defended that a better world was possible.

We signed armistice with life and say it is peace that is just surrender and cowardice.