poetry for Ukraine


Baggage

I’m escaping from my Land
with children
with the baggage of torment in hand
with a sick mother in my head
in a burning house
in the grave of ancestors
incinerated

I run away blinded by fire
stunned by the howl of sirens
by bombing raid of hate

in compartments and on tracks
death validates tickets
without mercy one by one
takes its toll
from the waiting room of life

I run further
to breathlessness
with children with the baggage of hope






Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2022-10-25 at 16:07

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A powerful and emotive poem, Anna.
We have written many times of the cyclical foolishness of mankind on PoetBay, but this tells it from the viewpoint of someone who has been directly uprooted and persecuted. Thank you for sharing this.
Blessings and love,
Allen
2022-10-25