beginning to know...
how Pasternak felt,
long Russian revolution...
gunfire, exploding...
neighbor fighting neighbor,
the poor battling the elite...
for cause, for ideal...
people disappearing,
work camps, Siberia...
unmarked graves...
long harsh winters,
snow like death wrapped
around windows and doors.
wolves howl, primordial call....
in the name of freedom,
betrayed, and forgotten...
poems stolen from the heart,
by the candle's last flicker....
the cry of humanity
lost in the gunfire and the snow...
[the cry of humanity lost in the gunfire and the snow] I like this line, , excellent penning! ! !
If you can make the reader feel the snow and cold and total fear you have made the grade to be called poet Eric; I felt all of this and more. Excellent piece. Regards. Craig
[the cry of humanity lost in the gunfire and the snow] I like this line, , excellent penning! ! !
very nice....................................................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[the cry of humanity lost in the gunfire and the snow] I like this line, , excellent penning! ! !