Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,269 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Mother Europe - Poem by Leo Yankevich

Smoke in the alley of her love,
rank smouldering rags inside a barrel,
as swarthy Syrians push and shove,
like Moors of old, determined, feral.

They’ll raise the crescent, kill the dove,
till “Allah Akbar” drowns our carol.
Our children will learn soon enough,
in Europe, foolish, vain and sterile.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

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