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Marilina Jun 8
It’s June already
Half a year gone
I haven’t noticed
Been robbed of it,
Of a normal life

The war’s been going for a while
But I still haven’t learnt how to live
But to live on
Survive
I know everyone is tired of the news. Ukraine is not making headlines anymore but people are still dying and cities are being bombed everyday. Please continue supporting Ukraine 🙏
Eslam Dabank Jun 2
Spines of us sapiens connect;
     minds, arms; cause and effect.
Spines of us sapiens connect;
     thoughts, mouths, until direct.

"Deaf, blind, and roadless be,
    after one, two, lies and three" -
What beauty this is! Divine!
    Obedience and nods define.

In corpore sano, the defiled sit,
    in corpore sano, fools commit.
They speak, they speak, indeed,
    And we deem ignorance to lead.

Clean they are, gaily nice too,
    neat, and in black suits new -
the outside glimmers, shines;
    Yet the inside on filth dines.

In corpore sano, wars are 'for',
    "In death, glory we shall store".
The spring is not forgetful, no;
     Flowers ablaze; blue lips blow.

We shall not have to put in,
    with rotten blood on a skin:
Earth's skin; underneath also;
    we seek dignity, not so-so.

Saturday! tremulous Saturday!
    Since, passed not a sadder day;
European corpores, May 1948,
    With 'clean hands', ate a state.

Soap, water and towels came,  
    with the 'civilized' who aim;
humanity, and morality not;
     the core needs washing a lot.

It rules, it murders, it revives:
    the mens that all living drives;
nerves blocking nerves other,
   it is 'be satisfied or smother!'

Mens feminine's scorned being,
    consoles the higher's wellbeing.
An animal's instinct commands,
    no mens here, nor a mind stands.

Universes penetrated are they;
    in maleficence power to display.
A fight against the in chains,
    is history unjust that remains.

Violence transmitted is sick,
    it is harm you cause and tick,
look up a definition of disease,
    It is you; a dictionary agrees.

A terrified soul in health,
    is a curse, not godly wealth.
A sorrowful soul in health,
    is a fighter without stealth.

A ****** mind healthy,
    brings destruction deadly.
A corrupt mind healthy,
    is a treasure unreal, empty.

Dawn is sick of corpore sano;
    it grinds the fool with a mano.
But the mold lies within it not;
    it is in the soul breeds brought.
'In corpore sano' translates into 'a healthy body'
'Mens' is 'mind' (or 'good mind' according to the context.)

The body might be healthy, but the mind (and soul) might not. They could be corrput, evil, blind, deaf, and all that is similar, no matter how healthy and clean and shiny the outside is. In this poem, I add some example of this: feminism, Palestine and Ukraine.
Eslam Dabank May 31
Spines of us sapiens connect;
     minds, arms; cause and effect.
Spines of us sapiens connect; 
     thoughts, mouths, until direct.

"Deaf, blind, and roadless be, 
    after one, two, lies and three" - 
What beauty this is! Divine!
    Obedience and nods define. 

In corpore sano, the defiled sit,
    in corpore sano, fools commit. 
They speak, they speak, indeed,
    And we deem ignorance to lead. 

Clean they are, gaily nice too, 
    neat, and in black suits new - 
the outside glimmers, shines;
    Yet the inside on filth dines.

In corpore sano, wars are 'for', 
    "In death, glory we shall store".
The spring is not forgetful, no;
     Flowers ablaze; blue lips blow.

We shall not have to put in, 
    with rotten blood on a skin:
Earth's skin; underneath also;
    we seek dignity, not so-so. 

Saturday! tremulous Saturday!
    Since, passed not a sadder day; 
European corpores, May 1948, 
    With 'clean hands', ate a state.

Soap, water and towels came,  
    with the 'civilized' who aim; 
humanity, and morality not; 
     the core needs washing a lot. 

It rules, it murders, it revives:
    the mens that all living drives;
nerves blocking nerves other, 
   it is 'be satisfied or smother!'

Mens feminine's scorned being, 
    consoles the higher's wellbeing.
An animal's instinct commands, 
    no mens here, nor a mind stands. 

Universes penetrated are they;
    in maleficence power to display.
A fight against the in chains, 
    is history unjust that remains. 

Violence transmitted is sick, 
    it is harm you cause and tick, 
look up a definition of disease,
    It is you; a dictionary agrees.

A terrified soul in health, 
    is a curse, not godly wealth.
A sorrowful soul in health,
    is a fighter without stealth.

A ****** mind healthy, 
    brings destruction deadly.
A corrupt mind healthy, 
    is a treasure unreal, empty.

Dawn is sick of corpore sano; 
    it grinds the fool with a mano.
But the mold lies within it not;
    it is in the soul breeds brought.
'In corpore sano' translates into 'a healthy body'
'Mens' is 'mind' (or 'good mind' according to the context.)

The body might be healthy, but the mind (and soul) might not. They could be corrput, evil, blind, deaf, and all that is similar, no matter how healthy and clean and shiny the outside is. In this poem, I add some example of this: feminism, Palestine and Ukraine.
Ylzm Apr 26
May Putin be crushed and his nuclear threat exposed an empty bluff
May Russians see themselves the true Nazis
And in true need of salvation than Ukrainians ever were
May the shattered save the mighty and the mighty serve the victor
Never Again?
Old Mariupol lady
Hid underground from Nazis
Russians killed her now
Eslam Dabank Apr 23
Sirens, ballads of anguish are singing, ears are ringing, 
     Our nightingale is shrieking, and children are clinging.
Our Kalyna is red, but wrapped in blood now, not love, 
     From the massacres aeroplanes bring from far above.

My uncle, enters the now upside-down house of his, 
     “Welcome”, with a phoney grin, and wariness he says. 
The house holding memories is now clogged rubble, 
    In the land that shall never greet occupiers or trouble.

His daughter's dreams shattered, for the reverie of filth, 
     It matters not; the nation of his deserves blood spilth, 
We deserve not peace, but the delusions of a hag pass, 
     May he rest in peace, along with the delusion he has.

My mother may never hear the raindrops fall again;
     Missiles seal ears with noise, and the death of men. 
The men, women and children, who will lead us all, 
     Through scorched fields with whispers old and small.

She is a hairdresser, she might braid hair for the fun, 
     But other mothers, braid the hairs of daughters gone, 
They keep them safe under a pillow where they smell, 
     The warmth of days before the dictator's missiles fell.

Red and black are the only colours they pervaded here, 
    They wish for our colours to diminish and spring adhere, 
But beauty routs the devil of ugliness and his conceit;
    Our colours saturate our resistance, painting your defeat.

They shall not sprout in our fields, like poisonous herbs, 
     They "rescue" us, but the gunshots my brother disturbs, 
We did one day exchange our dreams for a pistol facing - 
     Facing the bear who is destruction, within embracing. 

Blood accumulated in heaps on the sleeves of killers, 
    Like a marvel detested in a chapter of stained thrillers.  
But thriller this is not, it is lives of the innocent lost;
    He plays chess in reality, after a coin he has tossed. 
      
Mothers, daughters, sons and fathers are everyday slain, 
     but spring soars today, prevails tomorrow - in Ukraine.
This poem was inspired by a video I recieved from my uncle, who entered his house for the first time after fleeing it to join the Ukrainian army with a fake smile, saying "welcome! Welcome, Oh God!" - the Oh God was a reaction to the rubble and the wreckage he found. His family had to flee to another region as well.
I live on the edge
Of not knowing
uncertain
of the journey
I have trodden
The future of suffering
Tore apart lives
Blood stained tears
Broken homes
Lifeless bodies
Thrown in heaps
Heaps of rubbles
Lie in ruins
Death Oh where is thy victory
He knows
He sees
He weeps
He hurts
Man has defined his destiny
But I have turned the tide
Into victory
I bore the darkness created by man
His desire was to rule
But iam he
That bore your sins
I turned death into life
By offering a my sacrifice
I bled and died I rose again.
So that you could be free.
This Easter reflect
on new life in me
Accept my love
and free gift
I offer freedom of sins
A new life within .
Marilina Apr 5
You don’t know if you’ll survive today
You don’t know if you’ll survive tomorrow
You can hope that your loved ones are safe
Pray they don’t suffer and feel no sorrow
Marilina Apr 2
That’s a low bar to be honest.
But the best you can hope for in times of war
When peaceful sleep has become a luxury.
I’m physically fine.
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