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Ignazio Salvatore Basile Poem
If everything’s been written
And everything been said
We won’t speak anymore
Won’t write anymore.
But if we are the new prophets
Sent to remind manhood
The world belongs to God
And if the world drowns off
In the mud of inky well
And scribes and Pharisees
Roar in the vanities
Then we’ll still howl our dreams
Writing down all our visions
And against their arsenals
We will unfold our verses.
Copyright © ignazio salvatore basile | Year Posted 2025
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Ignazio Salvatore Basile Poem
I sing the God Almighty’s Creation
Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve
former seed of any human Nation
at the time they could only conceive
the joyfulness with no desperation
In the Eden still so far to receive
The challenge of that infernal snake
Who wanted to be a godlike fake!
I also sing about the brave men strays,
Straight descendents from that chosen race,
who such in boldly and daring ways
Isr’eli people to holy surface
They led of Palestine. Hates, loves betray’ls
I don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:
those between God and men, tribes and kingdoms;
and I sing laws, exiles and wars into my songs.
Arduous so much however it ‘s my part,
long and full of traps my composition,
That plenty of fear I feel into my heart,
if only I dare to think myself on action,
and tremble with my hand before I start
The Old and the New Holy Narration!
My Fairy God, You Firmament’s Creator
Allow me to become a keen narrator!
From Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book
please drive my hand between rhymes and accents
to enable jointly with my mind, to hook
the most significant, deep, true sentiments
in order they can take a fairly look
of those seventy three, pious components!
If someone goes to Source for sweeter tasting
all my efforts for sure I won’t be wasting!
Copyright © ignazio salvatore basile | Year Posted 2025
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