Explore Poems GO!

December 1989 (The Revolution)

You could tell December by the smell of blood,
the rusty nails and the cross of the Revolution
piles of corpses covered in sheets on the streets
this is how the sons died, looking for freedom.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: country,nation,revolution
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
December 1989 - overthrow of the Communist regime in Romania
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 20 October 2015

Verily, history is the witness to the bloodshed that goes in a revolution of any kind , thus, humanity is at a loss

0 0 Reply