In Guernica

Joan Baez
Lingua: Inglese

In Guernica the dead children were laid out in order upon the sidewalk, in their white starched dresses, in their pitiful white dresses.

On their foreheads and breasts are the little holes where death came in as thunder, while they were playing their important summer games.

Do not weep for them, madre. They are gone forever, the little ones, straight to heaven to the saints, and God will fill the bullet holes with candy.

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