Poem by Roula Pollard
FIRST
Unknown, we dwell in the same country
Wolves, with indifference breaches,
no guilt, with ′′ ah and oh my brother
do we decide recklessly on the weather
do we challenge her?
How can even the vision of the stone become a vision
who the loud voice of the wind rips
or holds her in her arms to tame
the darkness of his country?
′′ It will happen when in the heart of mind and mercy
we reside “.
Unknown,
we are the mainland
and the walls of the enemy
and ignorance, indifference, hostility
it doesn’t stop spreading without a soot.
′′ It will happen when in the heart of mind and mercy
We live in ′′
(c) Roula Pollard
