In the cold night
Of the heavy
rainfall
The Old Man sits
He doesn’t see the
sign
The roar of thunder
The angry wind
blowing
Hard on the leaves
Shaking the window
panes
The Old Man gets up
Shake his head in
disbelief
He has to withdraw
his Rome Statute
His race can’t see
the light of day
In the cold night
They will live and
die
Leaving the light
in memory
Another U-turn
another regret
In the cold night
The little devils
play their game
Moving secretly in
the wet hole
They don’t want to
see the light
Another U-turn
another regret
A race can’t see
the light of day
They rather stay in
the cold night
Until the light
waves them up awake
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