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Writer's pictureAlexandra Sotiropoulou

Peace and War




A flower blossoms from

the old bonsai.


The forest is burning.

Ashes up in the sky.


An army is marching.

Boots sink in the mud.


Poor mothers are crying.

Hate sheds all the blood.


Who is taking their sons

and sends them away?


With their hearts and minds

day and night they pray.



Alexandra Sotiropoulou






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