Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
HE Holds Hearts
Our bleeding, broken hearts of clay
And blood bleed profusely in a cup
Overflowing with torments of war that sup
On hope’s depression that hangs in a bay
Turned blood red in a husk of hay,
Dried up hope that can’t stay alive
In a world that seems to have forgotten to strive
For peace, for their compassion is blown astray.
HIS palms safeguard the pieces of hearts
Pulverized by visions of deadly murder
On screens that bring screams of mother,
Father, children in horrific suspension as parts
Are blown to smithereens and only identifying
Thing is the ink on limbs carrying names
Of children in black, that gets erased as flames
From explosions erode any ink stains remaining
On skin that deliquesces from being scorched
By burning flames that flutter over
Corpses, gas that dematerialize any cover
With its combustible matter, a deflagrated
Hideous serpent that swallows everything
In its path and ignites into a colorful, reddish blaze
That only receeds upon engulfing the craze
Of all that is in its path, turning it to a Phoenix rising from ash.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 