That girl has a face of a madonna
and a precise and perfect oval
and wheat-colored eyebrows
so light, so precisely designed..
only that, within her arms, she's cradling
not the blessed son of a love,
but the product of hate and death:
a Beretta-made submachine gun
model A.R. seventy special corps
capable of vomiting elevan shots
in hardly a second, more or less.
what do you want to prove, my daughter?
that there's no difference between you and a man?
but, there's no need to do that, I'm sure
that, in the case of an armed fight,
you'd be as brave as any other warrior,
only, you'll never be able to convince me
that a woman must train herself to kill,
and not to prepare to give birth to life.
what you are holding in your arms
is only a brasphemy against God.