Kill
Kill, is the word I am the most familiar with
Used as a joke, between parent-child
Or between friends in a game
To the threat in a fight
Kill, is the most heard word in my life
From the worms and insects; in the farms
To using milk products, to meat, the animals
To times that left overs are covered; with mould
Kill, is the word I read of, when invaders attack
And when war and hunger driven Europeans
Arrive in the lands they never knew to give new names
From ‘conquistadores’ to savages and Indians, enslaved
And reduce the residents in millions
And when Pole livers witness the Vikings
In Quebec
Kill, is the word I heard; used for resident Indian child,
To the fertilizers and pesticides
And now…
Kill is what takes many lives in Yemen, Libya and outside
Syria and their peoples in the sea…at borders; in trucks
Shame
I want to kill me not to hear
The damn ‘kill’, not any-more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unfortunately these days killing is the easiest job of a bunch of wild beast who call themselves human. thanks for sharing. I present you all red roses of my homeland dear.
lovely, thanks you