This love of land is killing us

by The Princess   Aug 26, 2014


I'll send you postcards
from every broken, burnt
down town in this country

and I'll pretend they're birds
on their way to safety.

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We're ok.

The nine bombs they threw, tonight,
haven't yet crumbled our souls
with our homes.

We still go to work everyday
and return to houses with no
doors, with no walls.

We still
gather our children
to our bosoms and sing

and we sleep, and we weep
and we dream.

We dream.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    This is simple yet stunningly executed.

    No matter what part of the world we are from, we have our dreams and we will dream then either till we die or until they become reality.

    Em

  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Judging Comment:

    I like the simplicity of this poem. There is sadness in
    it but it has become part and parcel of life. War
    and death is tearing the country apart, but life goes
    on; its as if they have embraced this reality.

    I especially like the ending verses for it holds a
    glimmer of hope in the dreams they dream. One
    thing war can't take away from civilians. I find
    this write simply beautiful in its sadness...moving
    write.

  • 9 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Flawless piece

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