Hunger hits the bottom
Of his hollow stomach
Like a mother hawk
strikes A vulnerable prey
Distress comes easy
as game of trey
The colors of bright & dark blood
Stain a shirt and A face washed with mud
Ashes become a common taste
to top the crunches of bread he craves
The smell of fire & flames
Eat up his lungs
Screams & cries are
the languages of all tongues
Motherland is a home yet with no house
He seeks peace
wow that is really touching.. the way you describe things is just perfect :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh how i hate war. A sad scene poem but excellently presented. Hope u read me too.