Sherzod Artikov | Thursday, 15 July 2021 | Print
Sherzod Artikov
Ruined and broken
Land of Palestine
Day and night
Under the bombs.
Blood flows like a river
Poisoned life of people
Dying children, old men
Dying fathers, mothers and sons.
Families are being destroyed
Houses, walls are being crumbled
Nature is being terrified.
But, the world is silent.
Humanity is silent
God is silent.
Maybe cries only the sky,
Because of the cruelty of humanity
Carrying a complaint against them
Or being angry at their silence.
Maybe cries only the sky
Who caught in deep shock
Whispering in the company of Earth
Turning whose tears into the rain.
Maybe cries only the sky
For being not able to understand
Despite the endless thoughts:
Why so bloodily killing each other
Brothers who in one land were born.
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Posted 11:05 am | Thursday, 15 July 2021
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