Millions
of past lifes
weigh on my
little existence.
Millions
of empty eyes
always scan
every my move.
Millions
of silent voices
incessantly
whisper orders
in my ears.
This is the reckoning
to be the son
of an ancient people.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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