Dead Peace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem talks about how insecure life is for Hazara nation. They suffer the taliban's atrocities. This ongoing Hazara Genocide has swallowed thousands of lives yet still craving for more. Hazara nation craves for peace but it lives to be just a dream because peace died years ago engulfing thousands with it.

Submitted: February 02, 2016

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Dead Peace

 

Mountains shrank into gray paints

To hide from the echoes of agony

No more eagles up on their flight

Helicopters that no fly

My blue skies are now smoked red

Holding poison in their chest

Underneath sun they are burned

By the radiation of bullets and bombs

Soil that I used to dug with my fingers to play

Is now being carved for their graves

I no longer play with soil and stones

They are painted red and are their forever home

Rushing ambulances in my town marching

Bringing last treat to kids but no ice-cream trucks

Old mothers and young wives busy in prayers

Lost their only bread winner

The morning goodbye was ever last

Crowd marched him to his last home

My town lives in silence with mourning cries

Breathing their dead ones’ incense to live

Holding his picture to her chest by the door

Her eyes wrinkled in blind waiting of her beloved

 

Meaning:

Last treat = father’s dead body being brought home

His = the father

 

By: Mursal Koshani


 


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