A region steeped in war and in the mud
Without sun, without joy, without flowers
Watered with bitter tears and red blood
Without carefree children, without songs.
Corpses gruesomely strewn everywhere
Without heads, without legs, without hands
Destroyed cities that look like death lands
And in the sky the pigeons nowhere.
Caravans of refugees without clear bourne
With bombs flying in the melancholic air
They leave their beloved homeland in fear
And on the pole the flag, bloody and torn.
Dreams buried in the wounded terrain
And hearts broken into a thousand pieces
Pale faces lacerate by indescribable pain
And around the Death with his black horses.
Victims in this miserable and unfair world
They are always the innocent and good humans
Which give off a nice perfume by their soul
Either they are Israelis or Palestinians.
O Palestine, our soul is full of bitterness
For this terrible tragedy and savagery
Our planet is sinking into darkness
And in our eyes, anger and sadness.
Isidoros Karderinis was born in Athens in 1967. He is a journalist, novelist and poet. He studied economics and completed postgraduate studies in tourism economics. His articles have been published in newspapers, magazines and websites around the world. His poems have been translated into English, French and Spanish and published in poetic anthologies, literary magazines and literary newspaper columns. He has published eight books of poetry and three novels in Greece. His books have been translated and published in the United States, Great Britain, Italy and Spain.
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