For the last eight years of my life
I was being cut with unsharpened knife
Now let the time come to end the strife.
Let the wind blow and whistle in my ears,
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Lidi, it's cool to see you here, with yet another lovely poem. Keep them coming. Peace.
I say 'Amen' to that! Your country has suffered so much it deserves a long and lasting peace. Good poem. I think the repetition of the two last lines works well.
Yes, Lidia......''Let the wind blow and whistle in my ears'' ~ U make a very beautiful poem from the words inside your heart. Let the spoils of war not be glorified. Telling a story like this teaches.
Lidia, it's a shame that revenge so often takes precendence over forgiveness. A wonderful poem of hope and peace... nicely done. Brian
Lidi dear, i've read all your poems and this one inspired me in alot of things and as for me being an Eritrean too, well you've said everything that has to be said.