cells exploding – Poetry for Change

Certificate of Excellence for my poem: HELL O WEEN

Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.

HELL O WEEN

The past year has been worse than any
Halloween as it was actually HELL O WEEN …
The Hell of being weaned on what’s seen
On social media’s snippets of genocide, carry

With it atrocities of dismemberment,
Beheaded children, fetuses gutted, children
Bullseyed by snipers, flour line’s broken
By bullets whizzing past victims of bombardment.

So hello, HELL O WEEN, we see
Your inhumanity,
Your unlawful abiding personality,
Your insouciant attitude to killing. Be

The Hell in our Haloed Halloween for you’ve
Shown us that: unity is strength,
Gen Z still has a conscience whose breath
Of freshness is awakening those who’ve

Followed blindly behind HELL’s demand
For subservience to its god given
Right to rule the world with a broken
Set of laws that are man-made but bind,

Bind those whose ambition
For power is greater than their compassion.

©️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

My poem, Breathe Through the Blood, published in Stencils magazine

Breathe Through The Blood

I’m drowning in blood,
Blood of families blown asunder,
Asunder. Limbs and heads loll,
Loll, broken, decapitated, bloody,
Bloody from arteries leaking,
Leaking from wounds, impossible,
Impossible to tend, as hospitals,
Hospitals have lost the ability to heal,
Heal thousands of extreme wounds,
Wounds teaching ‘How to breathe,
Breathe under water’ and blood, swim freely,
Freely through the morass of corpses,
Corpses dismembered in bombs,
Bombs used to spread fear,
Fear for the need to survive,
Survive another day of massacres,
Massacres in refugee camps,
Camps made of flimsy tents,
Tents made of canvas easily destroyed,
Destroyed by a breeze, flammable with fire,
Fire that burns all to smithereens.,
Smithereens and shards of pagers,
Pagers and phones turned to bombs,
Bombs that made it necessary to remove,
Remove patients’ eyes, that traumatized,
Traumatized surgeons whose job,
Job is to help their patients survive,
Survive, yes, but with which abilities?

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