Palmira Poem by Ruslan Kerimov

Palmira



Where flesh is torn apart by shells
And thrown away to vultures,
Where death is young and better sells
Than a masterpiece of culture.

And where ambitions bring to null
The values that we share
And where the songs of joy are lulled
In the deadlock of despair.

Saturday, November 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: problem,problems
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Ruslan Kerimov

Ruslan Kerimov

Baku, Azerbaijan
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