Oils on cardboard 54X80 cm.
Painting by Tarek Ali Hassan
The crushing pyramids
As the ten ton pyramids -of custom- crushed the living flesh
There emerged the brown drops of naked loveliness crying for help
Help me fast! my end is nigh
My end is the hesitation, the indifference
the lying indifference of frightened men and women
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but all pleas were hidden
all cries forbidden
all blood-letting indulged and denied
all delusions fortified
and when all had died still and cold
the pyramids were revered thanked and glorified
Vesna:)
variety. As for the Colosseum, brrrrrr. Thank you for the reminder that millions are still enslaved. 'Pea' <3
outstanding poem ... your imagery is steadfast and enlightened ...
Regis
Love Tinka
The weight of the "pyramids" is still crushing the life of the egyptians until they find a way out
How can we glorify a symbol of salavery and death?
It's the egyptian spirit that is still alive is the glorified one
Bless you, poet
If we don't take the sword of Justice to cut the tongues of
indifference, more flesh will be ground in the "crushing pyramids".
The echoes of the call of Justice are multiplying in
through the "crushing pyramids".
I salute You Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU