Destruction Poems
Child of War
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.
I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.
Among the rubble I stand alone, my precious home a pile of stone. Out in the cold without a cover, I starve to death or may recover.
I am the cries and all the screams, I am the victim of corrupt regimes. In every battle or every war, it is my blood they always draw.
I am a bird without his wings, I am the child who lost his limbs. Amidst the fear and all the dread, I am a body amongst the dead.
......
The fragrance of resistance
by Lynda Grine
If every seed is a promise
Let us overgrow your (bloodsoaked) gardens
If every leaf is defiance
Let us bring shade onto your (scorched) streets
If every branch is guidance
Let us illuminate your (demolished) freeways
If every crop and tree is a witness
Let us replant your (blackened) fields
Though they crushed your sweet fruits
The world has now tasted your fragrance
......
The truth about War
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Some wars are fought for honour,
and some for wealth and greed.
But the guilt that man does carry,
Will make his heart bleed.
Some hearts are full of hatred,
and some just seek revenge,
but the ones blood related,
have vowed to avenge.
......
Jews vs Palestinians. It must end
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Why this never ending hate
Where impressionable young men swallow jaundiced bait,
To kill and maim - all in the name of their one prophet,
Unleashing burning mayhem with rocket after rocket.
Has discourse and humanity disintegrated to this point,
Where the only leaders they invariably anoint
Preach such hatred and revenge,
With glaring eyes and fingers tightly clenched.
......
Twin Cities of Ruins
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Hiroshima and Nagasaki—
The twin cities
Though brutally bombed by insanity,
With hands colorfully powdered
With deadly nukes,
Still exist
In throbbing veins of ruins
In the sobbing conscience of humanity!
Chopped limbs of love and peace
......
The truth about War
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Some wars are fought for honour,
and some for wealth and greed.
But the guilt that man does carry,
Will make his heart bleed.
Some hearts are full of hatred,
and some just seek revenge,
but the ones blood related,
have vowed to avenge.
......
Child of War
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.
I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.
Among the rubble I stand alone, my precious home a pile of stone. Out in the cold without a cover, I starve to death or may recover.
I am the cries and all the screams, I am the victim of corrupt regimes. In every battle or every war, it is my blood they always draw.
I am a bird without his wings, I am the child who lost his limbs. Amidst the fear and all the dread, I am a body amongst the dead.
......
The fragrance of resistance
by Lynda Grine
If every seed is a promise
Let us overgrow your (bloodsoaked) gardens
If every leaf is defiance
Let us bring shade onto your (scorched) streets
If every branch is guidance
Let us illuminate your (demolished) freeways
If every crop and tree is a witness
Let us replant your (blackened) fields
Though they crushed your sweet fruits
The world has now tasted your fragrance
......
Jews vs Palestinians. It must end
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Why this never ending hate
Where impressionable young men swallow jaundiced bait,
To kill and maim - all in the name of their one prophet,
Unleashing burning mayhem with rocket after rocket.
Has discourse and humanity disintegrated to this point,
Where the only leaders they invariably anoint
Preach such hatred and revenge,
With glaring eyes and fingers tightly clenched.
......
Twin Cities of Ruins
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Hiroshima and Nagasaki—
The twin cities
Though brutally bombed by insanity,
With hands colorfully powdered
With deadly nukes,
Still exist
In throbbing veins of ruins
In the sobbing conscience of humanity!
Chopped limbs of love and peace
......
