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Array ( [sid] => 47167 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Man in the Rank [time] => 2004-05-12 03:20:33 [hometext] => 'I STAND BEHIND MY PRESIDENT/I STAND BEHIND THE MEN/WHO HAVE TO MAKE DECISIONS/WHO HAVE TO MAKE A PLAN/WHO HAS TO FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS/WHO DON'T MIND TAKING A STAND/BUT I WISH THERE WASN'T ANOTHER WAR/HERE/OR/IN/OTHER/ LANDS.....' - by poetrygodslove [bodytext] => presidenti e re li mandan alle frontiere
d'un mondo su cui tramontando sta il sole,
non chiedono mai, non pensano mai
gli uomini in schiere sui treni freddi:
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

avvolti, tra le rovine
civili miseri si raggomitolano in paura
lamentando per amati perduti,
figli morti
tra i combattimenti,
dal sangue coagulato da pena
bisbiglian loro in loro miseria
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

alle fronti, avanti di loro, stan
i nemici! i odiati in un gioco tra i capitalisti
un crudo gioco di scacco
e se moriran sotto grandini
di pallottole, e bombe da cannoni
sulla terra infusa da sangue,
gridan, con l'ultimo sospiro
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

non vedono le loro moglie,
come son seguite da leopardi e pantere
che braman, che vogliono
di struggerle per contentare
l'uzzolo loro-chiameran le donne
per loro uomini, ma non ci saran,
vittime di capitalismo, si chiedono:
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

"Perche` sarem in guerra?"
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

si continua lo stesso grido
senza sapere, che furono tutti traditi
i credenti spesi, come pallottole amare,
tra i campi
dove i capitalisti giocano
Il Gran Gioco [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 57 [informant] => Voice-of-Revolution [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => italian [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )

The Man in the Rank

Contributed by Voice-of-Revolution on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 03:20:33 AM in AEST
Topic: war

presidenti e re li mandan alle frontiere
d'un mondo su cui tramontando sta il sole,
non chiedono mai, non pensano mai
gli uomini in schiere sui treni freddi:
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

avvolti, tra le rovine
civili miseri si raggomitolano in paura
lamentando per amati perduti,
figli morti
tra i combattimenti,
dal sangue coagulato da pena
bisbiglian loro in loro miseria
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

alle fronti, avanti di loro, stan
i nemici! i odiati in un gioco tra i capitalisti
un crudo gioco di scacco
e se moriran sotto grandini
di pallottole, e bombe da cannoni
sulla terra infusa da sangue,
gridan, con l'ultimo sospiro
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

non vedono le loro moglie,
come son seguite da leopardi e pantere
che braman, che vogliono
di struggerle per contentare
l'uzzolo loro-chiameran le donne
per loro uomini, ma non ci saran,
vittime di capitalismo, si chiedono:
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

"Perche` sarem in guerra?"
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"
"Perche` sarem in guerra?"

si continua lo stesso grido
senza sapere, che furono tutti traditi
i credenti spesi, come pallottole amare,
tra i campi
dove i capitalisti giocano
Il Gran Gioco

Copyright © Voice-of-Revolution ... [ 2004-05-12 03:20:33]
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Re: The Man in the Rank (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 03:40:50 AM AEST
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The essence of the poem is clear to my minds eye..you're welcome..try to furnish English version to enable us fully grasp
your thoughts.. All the best... venkat

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