Nothing alive for a long time

Nothing alive for a long time only the earth and the mountains.
I see them go down not from the mountains with flowers and songs but bringing the death.

I feel them gallop verse of us it is not a gesture of affection but an aggression.

There is no respect toward the different nothing hard to the endless one, my heart he/she cries of anger.

Indifference invades the people the racism it cancels every trace of us.

They gallop in many verse of us not flowers on our graves but our skull and crossbones