A minute of silence for the Italian soldiers who had decided to earn his bread in a manner according to their proper, manly and full of allowances and benefits that would have rewarded them of the risks and fears.
One minute for the dead at work who could not do anything else to do but had not found much to those who did not know that their work was dangerous, to those who did not know what was their job, those who had them there mandates, which had for a few days or who had a life.
A minute's silence for the victims of rapes in the home and garage, for accomplices, the conniving, the harmless and innocent.
One minute for those who have been killed twice, the second interview, a news report, a live broadcast.
A minute's silence for the strangled wives, girlfriends killed with a hammer, mothers murdered with a knife, the fathers with a shot gun, the children that has been denied a marriage that they just wanted them.
One for those who are exploited by their own brothers and who until the last thought he had a brother, a relative, a fellow citizen.
A minute's silence for dogs invested in the road, investors massacred, poisoned animals and humans trained. A minute's silence for foreigners beaten, victims of extra-horny or drunk, for the occupied territories, the criminalized innocent, criminals under suspicion.
A minute of silence for the temporary license, the downtrodden workers, employees taken for a ride even by the unions. A minute's silence for the victims of medical malpractice, the organized crime, disease legalized the prescription drugs and doctors stressed. A minute of silence for the forgotten pensioners, young people committed suicide, the lovers looted.
For the coffins empty benches at school without a name and faces wrapped in cold sheets.
A minute of silence for those who suffer injustice, corruption, coercion, pressure. One for the wars of religion. For
moral blackmail, the threatened virtual world are persecuted and unfortunate reality.
a minute for those who are fed to newspapers, to sharks, or pearls before swine.
A minute of silence for those who die alone and for those who lived alone until just before he died.
Every day a day of silence would not be enough to silence, and before we would feel desperately all the same.
Small, scared, selfish, screaming humans just waiting the moment when someone asks a minute of silence for them.
is what is our life: one minute.
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