Uomini contro

 

                                                   Fuori piove

                                                   ed io, sdraiato

                                                   sul divano,

                                                   ad ascoltare inutili

                                                   parole da una scatola

                                                   nera che non concede

                                                   diritto di replica

                                                   a distorti linguaggi.

                                                   In lontananza

                                                   lenzuola

                                                   sui balconi,

                                                   vergate da parole,

                                                   invitano dissenso

                                                   a dissennati cialtroni

                                                   unti dal potere.

                                                   Con i fiori in attesa

                                                   di essere sparsi

                                                   sulle onde del mare

                                                   a memoria di disperati

                                                   venuti a morire

                                                    in silenzio.

                                                    Ancorati alla rada,

                                                    cullati dal mare

                                                    in tempesta,

                                                    uomini soli

                                                    pregano Dio e

                                                    uomini contro.

                                                                        Giuseppe Romano

        18/05/2019