Migrants, by Mariangela Canzi

Migrants here have sailed
to reach a Promised Land.
Daring a new life
beyond a foreign sea.
Death suddenly
seized them all.
Their wounded bodies
a black sea
has welcomed.
Their lost eyes
look in wonder
at the bright sky.
In the weeping sky
screams and prayers
have flown up.
To the bottom
wishes and hopes
have sunk.

Two poems by Mariangela Canzi

Agenda

We reject war
as useless
non-violence
is our weapon

We reject inequality
as dangerous
justice
is our dream

We reject illiteracy
as unfair
education
is our right

We reject walls
as vain
solidarity
is our goal.

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Against the mafia

Daring bright men
who fought against
a strong and cruel
enemy
honest rare men
who believed
in justice

A bloody bomb
killed them

No peace no rest
for their souls
still floating
to the ground

The truth lay
on their minds
the cowards
hid it away.

..

Mariangela Canzi is Italian mother tongue, translator. Her passion is English language and literature. She started writing poems about two years ago. It was a joke, it is now a challenge and a pleasure. She tries to express her feelings and thoughts about life and the world.

Four poems by Mariangela Canzi

Auschwitz

 

Looking
at the snowflakes
falling down.
Memories of home
return
like a torturing
pain.
Snow is covering
the freezing huts,
whitening
the crematory roof.
A cheerful robin
is flying high.
Silence:
dreadful is the grief.
Silence:
death is coming on.

..

Dedication

To the proud losers
who chase their goals

To the bold pioneers
who share their passion

To the kind forgotten
who keep their dignity

To the strong poets
who spread their words

To the sweet dreamers
who grasp their moon

To the brave politicians
who destroy their walls.

..

donald:   by Mariangela Canzi and Rick Davis  on LINKEDIN

you are a monarch
and a run-away asteroid.
melania avoids limelight
as a dutiful concubine to the emperor.
you smother the defenseless
and teach the world
to revel in social media,
wear falsies and smirk.

You speak words
of deep hate.
you have buried your soul
in dark prejudice.
your forgotten are lonely
across the world.
you keep on wanting
barriers and fights.
we keep on writing
no borders no walls.

..

The Forgotten

The sky darkened slowly
in the poor dreary village.
People there yearned for life
beyond the inviting clouds.
They all prayed loudly
to reach the Promised Land.
They walked and walked
till they fell to the ground.
Children were lost in wonder.
Whispers and prayers flew up
in the weeping sky.
Wishes and hopes vanished
behind a cold wall.

..

Mariangela Canzi is Italian mother tongue, translator. Her passion is English language and literature. She started writing poems about two years ago. It was a joke, it is now a challenge and a pleasure.
She tries to express her feelings and thoughts about life and the world.