Unnecessary Massacres - Poem by Hebert Logerie
Our so-called friends are bombing and maiming.
Our so-called enemies are reacting and killing.
When will these massacres end?
When will we stop fighting for a piece of land?
In this carnage, is there a thoughtful difference
Between our friends and our enemies? Hence,
Our conscience is buried in our false pride.
Our children are dying. Countless women died
Fleeing the bombardments. Young men are slaughtered
In broad daylight. Myriads of innocents are murdered
By our cowardly acts. Hell landed on earth.
Where are the Superpowers? We are out of breath.
Surrounded by deadly clouds, the air smells death.
The angels are weeping. What the hell is going on Earth?
The dead bodies are everywhere. The mute, the deaf,
And the handicapped are not exempt, they are dying
Indiscriminately, like the motherless babies.
Life on earth is sad; there are too many morbid crises.
As customary, the politicians are mumbling. They are afraid
To tell the truth. They are faking it. They were not elected
To lead, but exist to paint and to embroider the lies of the allies.
This is shameful. This is crazy. When will the sufferings and the cries
Stop? When will the blood spills end?
When will we stop dying for the bloody land?
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