The masks have fallen from your faces, O rulers It is time to liberate the judgments Let us resist on God's land For we do not fear the aggression of the aggressor
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Open your fire and burn them so that the enemy knows that we do not joke and do not show mercy. Shoot them and make him talk.
I arranged the lines of my poetry And learned the rhyme for a long time And when I mastered it, it became a song I lit the lighthouse
They returned but not from the nights They returned to leave me without my imagination They returned and did not know my field
At eleven in the morning, the guns ceased Oppressors and liberators unite momentarily Marking the ending of the Great War
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Poets
Can you help me? Because I am sick without medicine and in danger? Can you tell me Where is the mistake in my life with boredom?
The year of our ancestors has passed To restore those glories Which grudges stole from us And left us in sorrow I thought how evil we are
I smiled but my heart was full of sadness I laughed but my chest was full of sadness So what can I do to get rid of the disaster
Rebellious as the wind I love you, O rebellious soul Frozen and cold-hearted Feel my love and joy And be like the bright sun
I am from your roots, my homeland, my memories grew And from your branches, O sadness, my trees grew leaves And from the tears of sadness my drops overflowed
The eye sheds tears after sadness Who will be my reference from now on A teacher in heroism and his knowledge is useful His voice is absent, is there an ear to listen?
One day sadness passed and the heart embraced it. Didn't you know, O heart, that you carried the pain? And writing was forbidden, so sadness changed the system
