Poems written by Rose Mesquita

Syria

Syria long poem

All the media say, could not explain her pain All she says was Where is my dear? Where have you gone? I don’t like these unwanted visiting guests. Because all I see is dead flesh on the streets I look

Awakenings

Awakenings short poem

Who Are they? Wonders, or walking living machines? They sleep in a cradle, fed on their mothering arms Growing up desensitised with fictitious joy There they open their arms and glide. Their eyes gaze on the synthetic flashy lights Where