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Zywa Nov 2023
Drowning refugees,

sailing to the other side --

of their hope, their dream.
Novel "Munya" (name: "Wish/Desire/ What is longed for permanently even though it is very difficult to get", 2008, Abdelkader Benali), chapter Morocco

Collection "Passage Passion"
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2023
Saturn Jupiter Mars,
three blind mice running
up the clock to find freedom.

starlight stairs in abyss,
cities of the interior ring
carry a dangerous cargo: citizens.

t-minus one/this is fear

I am no astronaut,
I'm a refugee, bleeding hands pressed
tight to the barbed-wired fence.

we play charades from the window,
lunar phases keening
in the tender light of these infant wars.

t-minus one/this is fear

farewell threshold on laudanum,
the grifted gift of the Joe Blakes
painted from memory.

the far off observation
telescoping my fear, leading me
to believe I'm hiding in plain view.
Zywa Apr 2023
Reality flows

out of the war camp, between --

dream and welfare work.
Novel "The time of the angels" (1966, Iris Murdoch), § 5

Collection "Unspoken"
Saša Milivojev Jun 2022
Happy and all smiles
Greteful to the Skies
In love crazily
We sang blissfully
Life we worshiped
Of what was yet to come we dreamed
Never in a million years we'd fear
The hell that was becoming was near

All we have come by
Gone in a blink of an eye
You plundered everything from us
Cursed criminals

Thirsting for blood savages
Tore our hearts into pieces
Slayed a child in a crib
Brothers and sisters to the gallows
In petrol set to flames
Shattered all our dreams
Crumbled all to dust
Extinguished the sun

Gruesome fear
For death we were escaping
Hungry and shoeless
Through this world so heartless
Seeking the inconsolable salvation

Upon that hellish flight
From that gruesome war
We came across some folk divine
Who planted a seed of hope

Once upon a border crossing
We were battered
For help when we were seeking

In the forest of the howling wolves
We were hiding
Embraced by the flames of fire
We were warming

The new day was dawning
You were woken by the pain within
we cut the umbilical cord you and I
When we heard our son's first cry
As once we cried the tears of joy
Illuminated by the sun
Happiness incarnated
The new life has begun.

Saša Milivojev

Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
Philip Lawrence Mar 2022
the battle rages,

terror, death, grief,

the witness immobile, inconsolable

until the bearers of courage and kindness,

their selfless acts the true thieves of breath,

become the grantors of tears,

of sorrow, of joy,

of humanity
Zywa Feb 2022
Mourning for Tibet,

gathered in the palace square --

somewhere far from home.
Dam Square, Amsterdam (or elsewhere)

Collection "Between where"
Francie Lynch Nov 2021
I have stared
Far too long
At this blank page.
I've come to the hard realization,
Like a refugee raft,
This poem won't write herself.
Dave Robertson Nov 2021
It felt cold again today
as I scraped a little ice on the car
for the daily journey

my fingers ached a touch as winter spoke,
but no brine soaked my skin to crack,
no frozen gun barrel bullied my neck,
forced my unready body
to a too small boat,
crammed where fears of all ages merged,
and hope drowned

It felt cold again today
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