Made homeless from home
Bombed city where though many
Extend an armless arm, find it harder
To hold peace than explosives
In a napalmed land
Where arms are more expensive
Than human hands.As home
bred exile I learn to follow safety
through blood on the road
lit flashed by bomb-light,
To grow under a chemical sky
Dripping with nuclear fall outs
Flowing to other poison
Poured daily on earth and mind -
Today planet earth, tomorrow the stars.
How sad man who dreams of a home
In hereafter, can't share their warmth
To each other's heart, here and now
On native home land EARTH.
Love it. It reminded me of world war II and all the air raids. Very nicely written
Truly a sad commentary on the physical and mental environment created by man in the name of development or hegemony. This is a wake up call.
its true and sad too...so touchy...i like the expression! ! !
Oh my, what a sad truth and stark reality. So gracefully written and digs deep into you.
War brings nothing but destruction and still mankind resorts to warfare to solve problems...The conundrum beautifully expressed.
Deeply moving heartfelt poem of great character. I cannot understand why mankind cannot live on peace and harmony. Thank you.
How sad that we have prioritise weapons of war to life preservation
This is the cry of every heart. So touches the heart and mind with sheer pain to imagine the living of a war torn city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is garbadge! It is not poetry buy merely self indulgence.Poetry is not a vehicle for self it is an act and a stage a troop of playerars that take you to a world of invention and wonderful possibility that opens up the truth about who we realy are! We dont need lectures and perceptive sound bites, we need empty vistas, gloriously unsung valleys and people we dont even know about it yet.