Hope

HOPE
Poetry
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Those sounds,
they are like a signal for war.
Music like crying ...
Not а sleep melody…
Is not the sweet sound
of maternal song.
We will be back, dear mother-land ...
But this return is a mirage, never true.
Almost, we almost forgot you
already.

They dare to ask!
But whom, they will ask, whom?
They dare to ask
the redskin,
whom they never were esteemed?
The starving child?
The widow?
Which prefer, they to ask?