Once upon a time

I wish grandma have told me
about the wolf’s story.
Not the one who probably wants to screw me,
but the one that destroys generations and acts holy.
The one who heaps up all the immorals and unworthies.
I wonder what is in their mind.
After all, everyone is going to die a later time !
When that day come,
what would be the use of a perishable gold mine ?
Please think, while we’re all alive,
about the casualties of your intractable harm.
Think about all the unheard stories,
and pitiful lives.

Written by : ZuuZZa
Photographer : José Iñesta