Death
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Freedom is bleeding
In a time of betrayal
Democracy slowly dying
Political death
In war, hope is easily sacrificed
Humanity is no longer yours.
Nor the people's judgment for equality
and justice
Justicia with her hourglass
Culture raises the sword
Blindfolded by fear
Front row soldiers of the media
Serves us blood that flows
Crying children, victims of war
Bombs kill
We all see Ukraine on fire.
Genocide in our little Europe
Forgotten is Kabul, Syria and
Palestine.
Corona. Covid
Mutations for hate
We are locked in
With a shot in the arm.
The fear in children, adult drunkenness
We polish the facade
Filling up social media with flattery.
Freedom is lonely
In her hourglass of time
Nights are never-ending
A president, alive with his people
Never gives up
Some will decorate his memory
with the peace price of corruption.
Hypocrites
A man prays for his people
For peace.
Fear kneels to the sunrise.
Death.
Where bombs are falling
Remains of children and those who sacrificed everything
Life left, a betrayal of politics.
The breath of hope a last silent scream
The world is at war.
Why!
Jarl Goli
17.03.22.
San Isidro Alicante Spain.
A father and son
Painting in Oil. The last hour [The last dance].
Oversettelse: Wenche Miriam Lier
#ukrainian #warrior #sanisidro #PeaceNotWar
Categories: Piece of news, Poem