From the book "Poetic of Spirit or People and Shadows"
This morning in Lebanon...
I'm not crying with only one tear,
Or hurt with only one wound ,
I cry with tears of all mothers on this misery world
For everyone in the world I pray today
Where are you sailing, Imperial's galleons? Where?
Stop! Around me cells and slaves.
In whose glory are javelins upraised? And everywhere
War and blood, dead children and graves
The moon mows with his sharp sickle. In the dark
There are rots and mould. Trembled night moans.
The whole world is just a deep wound. And in silence
There waits and yawns an empty hole.
And everything is dying.Pregnant land wantons
And saint, broken arms of Allah
On people's last caterwaul
Effuse the heaven's dust
Lost mornings read Sabbath
In Golgotha people kneels down in front of Christ
Yesterday and today and new day tomorrow died,
Doesn't the same tear hurt us?
Everywhere around me cells and slaves
Stop Imperial's galleons! The last thorn is playing.
Everywhere around me dead children and graves,
While I moan: peace, peace, peace...
Poetry by Maria Deyana
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Written on 2007-03-20 at 21:03
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STOP IMPERIAL'S GALLEONS
Everywhere around me war, death and blood...This morning in Lebanon...
I'm not crying with only one tear,
Or hurt with only one wound ,
I cry with tears of all mothers on this misery world
For everyone in the world I pray today
Where are you sailing, Imperial's galleons? Where?
Stop! Around me cells and slaves.
In whose glory are javelins upraised? And everywhere
War and blood, dead children and graves
The moon mows with his sharp sickle. In the dark
There are rots and mould. Trembled night moans.
The whole world is just a deep wound. And in silence
There waits and yawns an empty hole.
And everything is dying.Pregnant land wantons
And saint, broken arms of Allah
On people's last caterwaul
Effuse the heaven's dust
Lost mornings read Sabbath
In Golgotha people kneels down in front of Christ
Yesterday and today and new day tomorrow died,
Doesn't the same tear hurt us?
Everywhere around me cells and slaves
Stop Imperial's galleons! The last thorn is playing.
Everywhere around me dead children and graves,
While I moan: peace, peace, peace...
Poetry by Maria Deyana
Read 667 times
Written on 2007-03-20 at 21:03
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