Poem by Maria Miraglia
AGAIN AND AGAIN
I can’t hear the eternal sounds
that harmonies create
as of an orchestra
the songs of the birds
that in the endless skies
freely cross borders
the murmuring
of the rivers
that downstream go
cheerfully bubbling
and the slow patter
of men that lonely go
through the paths of life
Flashes of fire in the air
and black smoke
on the fields
beaten by tanks
corpses of the aggressors
and the attacked
that together end up
in mass graves
From everywhere
echoes of words come
and invade the mind
inflame my thoughts
destruction devastation
nuclear weapons
atomic chemical
cluster bombs
gas oil
Meanwhile houses are burning
collapse the buildings
rich in history and memories
and people die
again and again
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 