After a neverending travel
at last you came to us.
Why did you do it?
We did not wait for you.
We are already
a lot occupied
to hate,
to kill,
to rape,
to rub,
to lie,
to betray
and to exterminate.
Brothers of stars,
you have mistaken
the address:
we do not have time for you,
we do not want you.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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