The Non-Truce -A Bleeding Invasion Poem by MINA BOULEKOU

Truce is never coming
is destined to be
far from my Land.
Fight for your freedom,
this is a human right.
Peace is still away,
the road is too long…
I was tired my Lord….
It is a Cross I have to bear
Keep our children safe!
Keep their laughter eternally!

Cursed is our nation;
roaming as a threat
I cried with despair
to our ruined world.
Crushed pieces found me
with no hope.
It is our duty
to liberate our souls.


Deep wounds kept me away
from my promise,
to have a strong Faith.
I looked upon YOU
with Agony,
bleeding anger dominated me
by their guns' pounding.

A human whisper called me.
A child was screaming hopelessly
hatred fear is ruling on our graves
until the day we rise again.

I take a deep breath.
I prayed again to my Lord.
Begging for mercy.
No More Pain
Taking no
any other Innocent Souls!

I weep your pain with tears
lying over the dead bodies for hours….
I weep for you,
thy I will not see you ever again!

Let's keep our voice united to the unfair World! ! !



By Mina Boulekou


Copyright Mina Boulekou 2014