Peace Is a Dream in My Land and 1 other poem
Memory, seared by war, confronts patriarchal injustice, bleeding trauma and grief, through…
Read more →A war-torn land bleeds dust and bodies, its beautiful green turned into a graveyard.
I lost my pen in blood.
I lost my knowledge in ignorance.
I lost my way in a street filled with dead bodies,
Peace is a dream in my land.
Dust from bomb blasts covers me.
Body parts surround me.
I turn my face to the sky when it rains,
Peace is a dream in my land.
How long can we wait for peace?
How long can we live in fear of living?
How many family members can we lose?
Peace is a dream in my land.
Religion is supposed to save people’s lives.
Religion is killing people.
Hands rise in prayer to save this land from evil,
Peace is a dream in my land.
People hate each other.
People kill each other.
Life is more worthless than anything.
Peace is a dream in my land.
My beautiful land looks like a graveyard.
The houses are in ruins.
Dust has taken over the green,
Peace is a dream in my land.
When will all this end?
Will we ever live without war?
There is an ongoing war in my land,
Peace is a dream in my land.