THE TREE OF HOPE
The tree of ancient tradition, for all
was any indication, there was
Judge Falcone.
The tree felt privileged
someone had tied to that judge.
her hair tended to his past,
lonely man waved,
a salute to the legality,
greeting a man without freedom,
a salute to the prisoner in this city.
The people he trusted,
justice, truth, wanted,
but the man is gone forever, does not look
higher, but from above,
a roar, a gutted road, death.
The petrified tree remained, as always another flower
trampled,
relived pain, tragedy renewed
there is no end to the deaths announced.
D'spell the tree came to life again,
all gathered to himself, hope revived.
For his magic dressed in white trunk,
message to continue on its side.
That tree, the tree was called Falcone,
that judge will not be forgotten.
Ettore I.
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