Just thinking

That young person today without a name

Sent to the front line

They will be cannon fodder.

[author title=”Ramina Herrera ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/Ramina-Peru-Sindh-Courier-3.jpg”][Ramina Herrera, born in Luya, Amazonas, Peru, in 1979, is a Business Administrator by profession. Graduated from the National University of Trujillo, Entrepreneur, the more she feels Poet by vocation. She is author of four books. Her poetry book “Memories the unborn’ was published on line by the magazine “Voices” of Spain. In 2007 she published the poetry book “Night Loneliness”. Her third book “Moon Woman” was published last year. Confessions at Dawn’ is her fourth poetry book recently published. [/author]

 

Children of the World

A shiver runs through my body

I hear the crying of children

Could be my children

I feel your fear in the plexus

And a lump in my throat

Squeeze my soul,

Crying erupts uncontrollably

Just thinking

That young person today without a name

Sent to the front line

They will be cannon fodder

First thing in the morning.

They cut short their future

Doctors, teachers

Engineers, poets, etc.

Soon they are lying on the floor no palpitations

Dead as stones

Without knowing the real reason

Business under the table

Of this stupid war.

Young people from both sides

Forgive our silence

Our arms crossed

Our cowardice

For not going out on the streets

And scream at the top of your voice

That bullets do not solve anything

They only bring tears, curses, and fear

Scary, scary shit

Horror of humanity

Maybe the earth cries

Seeing that we are damn viruses

That we sicken and kill

To our brothers.

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