Mother Earth Poem by Ediney Santana

Old Europe

Amongcold and gray thickets
old Europe
dirty drops of blood of the salt of
sea water look
shelter. There are children's tears, screams
aged, teenagers
dreams and old fears.
Old Europe that once crossed
oceans in search of wealth now stands
walls and fences desolate beaches
where hungry spirits
ask for help! Geography to be
won is the hunger.
What will be the grave? The sea? The beach?
Or the speeches of men
and women there are many forgotten
the meaning of love?
By Ediney Santana