11 de abril de 2017
Behold!
The lords of war are riding:
Riding on their cruelty,
Riding on their senseless
Ruthless aim of death.
Today, they no more come
On horses:
They press a botton,
They pull a lever
And from the skies
The cloud of anhiliation
Descends!
Behold! Behold!
Babies, children, old people,
Are being pulled into
The whirlwind
Of the horrors of famine,
Mutilation and death.
Behold!
Because they're blind
And deaf, dormant
To the rights of life.
War mongers,
Killers, assassins!
Inhuman beasts,
Merchants of iniquity;
Traders of flesh!
Supposedly killing terror;
Creating it themselves.
Behold!
The Earth is left pervaded
Of a glassy silence,
The stony silence of death!
As of this day,
The massacre is ended
A shout, a cry!
They all are left there,
Lying dead . . .
Este poema fue escrito en respuesta a las atrocidades que se están cometiendo en muchos de los países árabes. ¡Es una vergüenza!
This poem was written as an answer to all the atrocities that are being made in all the arabian countries. ¡Is a shame!
Lilia Rivera.
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