The death of a city

Minë the fair is being destroyed

day after day its inhabitants flee

the boots and the bombs of the invader

and all what they take with them is in their heart

memories of happy times that have turned sour

a beautiful town built on a rock above the sea

that has turned filthy and ugly

Minë is trapped between two wild fires it cannot escape

day after day its last standing stones fall

and no one cares about it anymore

no hero will try to save what remains of Minë

letting it fade away from this world

The death of a city is a very sad event to witness

and the sons and daughters of Minë

must not forget about their origins

May they continue singing about the Minë they once knew

may they remember the cry of gulls and the whispering river

the date palm trees and the rose bushes

under which they spent long evenings

and may all the prayers of their hearts rise

so that no other place in this world meets such a tragic fate

 

 

About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. May you have an inspiring visit!

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