Politicians, when speaking of peace
I remember the bloody flags,
the tombs of the unknown soldiers
and the rain of falling bombs.
Even when they speak of liberty
I see the darkness of solitary cells
and I hear the howls of prisoners.
But when a poet speaks of his dreams
for peace and liberty
I imagine a man, making love,
his eyelids closed,
his shoulders shining with dews,
and his heart beating so ardently
as the heart of a bird
who knows how to sing in a cage
to invite the other birds
from the far frosts
lost in the everlasting fogs.
Date: 2024
By: Farideh Hassanzadeh (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 
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