ANNA ZAPALSKA

ANNA ZAPALSKA

Le racisme od la race

Red river of knives,

of witless words from useless mouths-

swastika of fiend...

HUNTED WORDS...

Words - knifes never sleep

Always on the alert, day and night,

They attack without thinking twice,...

With lightening speed so fast...

Words - torturers drink nothing but blood,

Have been found an ally in anger,

As far as possible they hurt stronger

to see a hell knife in helpless hearts...

Centuries pass by, people pass away,

New day, new lives, new words will come

But hunted words still the same without any respect

Only time they are satisfied -

when somebody on his knees...

Never say bad words to anybody

Sonner or later they will be back to you...

WHO NEEDS THIS HATE?

If we are here only for a while,

Then who needs this hate?

Do not listen to the mind......

Just open your heart

To the soft winds and stars

And hear the bona fide voice within-

If we are here only for a while

Then who needs this pain of doubts?

Every day the truth shines like a flame

Somewhere in the middle...

A long way beyond this realm-

Somewhere between the fingers

Of a new SUN RISING...

Anna Zapalska

Poland. Living in England