And I am hungry,
hungry for peace,
while black missiles breathe
death upon fields and cities,
upon hope and life,
and Judas’ lips whisper
“This is the path to freedom,
this is the path to peace”.
Distortion of thought and feeling,
applauded by unaware Iscariots
happy to be a consenting mass,
at least until a missile
will shatter their children,
their future, their certainties,
proud to sacrifice
those who avoid conflict,
condemning their subjects.
Only Death replies:
I am hungry for peace.
Poem chosen by Emilia Mirazchiyska.
The author would like to thank G. Gopikrishnan for the much appreciated illustration.
