Mafia victims memory day

April 2nd 1985
A bomb blast destroyed my family
it was just a mistake
my mother and twin brothers
were killed instead of the judge:
his car was behind my mother's.
Blood stains spread up to a house roof
a big hole on the street
my father never recovered
the judge still sees the horror
in a film going over and over his head:
my life hasn't been the same.
I learnt the meaning of mafia.
It hits the innocents and criminals.
The judge has lived as a dead person
for he feels guilty he is alive.
I'm waiting for the spring of my life.
I'd like to hug the judge.