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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
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 18
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
Francie Lynch Nov 2020
"Mr. Biden, tear down this wall," pled Juan.
Tear it down before the Republican lunatics make it a monument, or worse, a shrine to their messianic buffoon.
Dave Robertson Sep 2020
Quit your childish, mouth breathing,
shirt buttoned up wrong nonsense
and as a grown human
witness the others around you

Sometimes they cook and talk different,
sometimes look and worry too,
but as has been said for centuries
blood is always red
and there are way too many ******

The ones truly coming to take your lives,
your jobs, your holidays,
your houses, cars and sweethearts
speak on TV, Facebook, Twitter and the rags,
demanding you fear the folk
whose hearts and hands are desperate
to protect their kin, like you

In their money nests
the few snooze and giggle at your
wasted weight and misdirected roar

Bring it to bear
Dave Robertson Aug 2020
I can stay and die
or I can try to go where angry folk don’t want me

Death, or raging pink faces
is a choice of sorts,
but still no place, no home

So, beheading, or maybe hanging,
lynched by dragging,
or if lucky, shot alone,

versus locking up in a green walled facility,
****** as it may be,
until someone takes a moment to judge me safe,
is luxury

Or maybe I’ll be deported,
I struggle to see your view against me

As a young brown man I know I’m done,
I might have a degree in medicine
or years of fixing cars or houses, horses,
understand trade or charity

It won’t matter
when my photofit
reminds you of another brown man
who blew himself up or lashed out with a knife,
for a misread life and afterlife

A few white lives will always tip the scale
where hundreds,
millions of ours,
despite your fears
will not prevail
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