War Lullaby

As many things have already been said about what has happened in Paris on November 13, 2015, I thought it would be wise to keep the personal chit chat to a minimum.

I won’t analyse the facts, as they are still unclear as I write this post, but I will share a video [in Italian] where famous comedian and actor Gigi Proietti reads a section of a poem on war, and the poem’s English translation.

Please be mindful that the author, Trilussa, was renown for writing in Roman dialect, and the poignant tone of the original can be slightly lost in translation. If you’d like to see the original version, please click here.

What happened in Paris – and Beirut, where two suicide bombers killed 41 people, and Baghdad where 19 more perished during a funeral on the same day of the Bataclan, Stade de France, and the Carillon Paris attacks – is abominable, and serious, well thought, action should be taken to bring justice to the families of the victims.

But, as a firm believer of the cyclic history theory, I say: remember what has been, and learn from it.


Have a good night’s sleep, fall asleep

For then you won’t see

The many infamies and troubles

Happening in the world

Between swords and guns

Of the civil people.

Have a good night’s sleep, don’t listen

To the sighs and moans

Of the people slaughtering each other

For a fool who commands them to;


[People] who slaughter and kill each other

for the benefit of race

or the benefit of a religion,

for a God who can’t be seen.

But who’s used as a refuge

By the butchering commander.

For that killers’ den

That bloodies the Earth

Knows war is a matter of money,

Preparing the resources

For Exchange market’s thieves.


Have a good night’s sleep, my dear child,

As long as this slaughter lasts:

Sleep tight, for tomorrow

We’ll see the leaders again

Exchanging their respects

Good friends like they were before.

They are cousins and between relatives

There’s no formal interaction:

Their personal relations

Will be even more friendly.


And reunited among themselves

Without shadow of remorse

They’ll give us a pretty speech

On peace and work

For that stupid people

Spared by the cannon!


Featured Image by Miguel Discart via Wikimedia Commons

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Born and raised in Turin, I've been living in London for the past – nearly – four years. Journalism gruaduate seeking adventure, and work experience here and there. Can be found pretty much everywhere on social media. Check out About Me page to learn more.


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