I stopped praying for the death,
It bears no fruit, even if the dead has got any womb
I stopped praying for myself,
It doesn’t suit my scheme, even if I had to wake up early
I stopped praying for my brothers,
It doesn’t make them patriots, even if they die fighting for the land
Oh, I stopped praying for the peace,
It doesn’t end any war, even if my heart yearns for it.
From today, I promised to myself, thus…
I will only pray for the living, whatever it counts
Living bullets, living souls and living dreams
Even for a dead body, that lives in my mind.
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1 comment:
why stop posting poems?
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