by Stella Mortazavi | May 31, 2009 | Poetry
Why is it that war is so easy to make But peace is so hard to keep When politicians are responsible for so many deaths Tell me, how do they sleep? When we turn on our TV screens every day We see the result of decisions made By the privileged few who are safe in their...
by Stella Mortazavi | May 31, 2009 | Poetry
They are killing hundreds of people without batting an eye While the rest of the world stands idly by In Gaza they’re mourning a child blown up in their bed Whilst by others, it seems, barely a tear is shed. Where else in the world could this injustice be done To...
by Stella Mortazavi | May 31, 2009 | Poetry
The bombing has stopped and a kind of peace prevails, Only broken by the sound of screams and wails. Of people so grief stricken that they can hardly breathe, But, surely grateful for this fragile reprieve. For they truly have been living through hell, Within the...
by Stella Mortazavi | May 31, 2009 | Poetry
There really is no such thing as a just war Because in all world conflicts, greed is at the core Whether it is for land, oil, or simply to dominate What war always succeeds at, is breeding hate. We have to open our hearts and let humanity in For killing our fellow...
