Poem by Eva Petropoulou Lianou (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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MY POEM
Childrens in West Bank...
Childrens in Gaza
Childrens of Gaza
One war and one day
The childrens in Gaza
They say the word
"War"
First
And after they say
Mom
Childrens in Gaza
They are all tattoo their names in their arms
Because a day is too short
And maybe until the end of night
They will become Angels
There is a whole world in the
West Bank
A kindergarden that bad dragons attack for a long time ago
Nobody helps
Nobody support
Nobody cares
The blood is cooling everywhere in Gaza
In the school
In the streets
Where the childrens supposed to play and laugh
Bombs have destroy the houses
Childrens in Gaza
are born heroes
from their mother's belly
Childrens in Gaza
THey fight since they are born
Do not dare close your eyes
In this unfair reality
Don't close your eyes in this genocide
Stand up for the childrens of
Gaza.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
AHMED
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MOHAMED
How old are you?
I am a year of war and one day
And you?
I am 2 years of war and 3 days
Let's celebrate this special day, My brother and sister
Tomorrow the war will divide us
Childrens with no eyes
No legs
No ears
No smile
No faces
Childrens of Gaza
Innocent childrens
in sacred earth
That they sacrifice
To Evil
Prayers for childrens of Gaza
Prayers to stop this madness
Prayers to stop this genocide
Stop the blood of innocent childrens
Stop genocide now!!!
IF I AM
You are not
If i exist
You don't breathe
If i get stronger
But you become weak
What kind of humanity is this??
If you spend money
On buying weapons
You make big gathering
To decide how many weapons
Needed
But you don't care for the victims
You never care for what is happening to the earth
If you kill so many victims
Who is drinking the blood
If i get weak
One day Death will come
Thirsty
And hungry
Because what you have given
It was to grow
An evil world
Stay away from the Dark...
ARE YOU FREE
It is not about country or religion
It is not about who are you
Or who i am
It is not about your experience
It is not about who you like or not
It is all about injustice
Unknown person behind the curtains that take decisions
It is all about manipulation and violence
It is all about no ethics
People want to earn money fast
It is all about a fake world
And if you do not stay soft ..
If you don't keep the inner child
your soul will be lost...
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
