In my heart…
I have seen much too much
-of dirty politics
I fly on the wings of the thoughts
-landing port, air-force-base, Syria
-some fishing in water full of mud
It is night, dinner time
-suddenly dad and mom
-see the roof falling down
-death arrives with sent bombs …
-this time is USA's
Everyone sees surface
-powerless to fly I just dive…
-see in me what is done
So I shout
-shout out-loud
-damn you all
I cry and crawl:
-"Hear me observers of TVs
-locally, anywhere, in distance…
-and readers of news…"
I am sure in my heart…
I am sure in my heart…
I am sure in my heart…
"These are all dirty games…"
"All are games and are lies…"
Can't finish my sentence
-since I know, know, know; know
-no end is to these games
In the ships and the boats
-politics needs to sail the canals
-no water is left so they drain our blood
-their rivers are full of yours, alos mine…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Lines which paint with blood the agony of victims of geo-politics. Well put.
Yes my dear...the only endless game is their dirty game...Donald Trump sacrifices others' lives to save his own position...now all the eyes are on bombs not him...