Bones of the Unborn We came not by choice, but by divine decree, Soft bones of the unborn crushed beneath tyranny. Schools ignite, dreams shatter, skies rain fire, Innocence hunted by greed’s dark desire. Eyes plucked, hearts torn, minds consumed by night, Crows and vultures feast where hope once took flight. Yet amid the wreckage, whispers softly rise, A flicker of courage, reflected in children’s eyes. Tanks roll, bombs fall, devils still grin, Masked as humans, wearing the sin within. From home to home, creed to creed, we roam, Seeking shelter, love, a fleeting sense of home. We take nothing, demand no throne, Still we’re hunted, beaten, left alone. Greed paints lies, fear shapes their reign, Blind to humanity, deaf to pain. Peace whispers soft, yet roars meet our ears, Tears are rivers, flowing with fears. Children of God, reflections of light, Met with fury, shadows in the night. Bones of the unborn, scattered, yet rise, Ashes of...
Ideals Snow-covered mountains, Ancient monuments A north wind that nods to us A thought that flows Images imbued With hymns of history Words on signs With ideals of geometry Denials A roar of cars Seals the dawn With short-cut answers With unyielding denials That are repeated Explicitly Every sunset Limits Fragments of glasses In the empty room Of the inarticulate whispers Bleed Our limits Fill With sores The caress of our soul Author's bionote: Dimitris P. Kraniotis is a Greek poet and medical doctor. He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives in Larissa (Greece) and works as an internal medicine specialist. He is the author of 12 poetry books in Greece and abroad. He has won international awards for his poetry which has been translated into 40 languages and published in many countries around the World. He has been invited and participated in International Poetry F...