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Poem for Peace

Elaine Audet | 26.04.2003 10:34

Poets are sensitive to the state of the world and few of them approve war.

In our living rooms a January evening twelve years ago
We sat in darkness watching a pale night sky
Pierced by a multitude of splinters
Blazing burning stars falling through doors and windows
In a ballet leaving nothing human in its wake
They wanted us to believe that the equivalent of Hiroshima
Of more than all the bombs dropped in the Second World War
Would destroy only empty buildings leaving life intact

Like father like son deception continues

Sisyphe


This poem is also published in french, spanish and persian (farsi).


Welcome to the poetry column on Sisyphe.

Elaine Audet
- Homepage: http://sisyphe.levillage.org

Comments

Display the following 5 comments

  1. Lipservice for peace — ram
  2. Its only me — ram
  3. Acceptance — anti-jen
  4. me again — ram
  5. The god of all questions — antijen