Death Poem to my art work "The last dance"

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
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