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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