CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS
The cruellest war wast taken
Everything from you most matters
It took from you far away
All family, trust, faith
Friends, plans, beauty of life
You become lonely, naked
Almost dead, debilitated
Like a flower plucked
Beatiful and abandoned
Like a precious book
Among debris and rubble
Like such a flying bird
Nowhere to go back,to sit
And fate gave you this child
So tiny and defenseless
Baby’s unique green-blue eyes
Touch you, move to of you tears
As here your father’s eye revived
He far died in city bombarded
Like miracle you hug this baby
You whisper to him families story
Secrets of wisdom, stigma of destiny
The quardian of Jesus to be
Son will remember this strangely
As patern turn signal
Warrant and consolation
As the prayer and weapons
Unbreakadle, eternal oath
Son will remember this someday
And on the world this all will pass
For those who can this understand
Your son will never also give up
( July 19, 2025 )
