The Sirens of War

by maria

Wet eyes, dry lips

gloomy figures, pale days,

another night with no moon

-the last petal falls.

The salty atmosphere, the dark looks,

the sound of the sirens is deafening.

An ugly day, an ugly world

-beg you to leave.

Who dares to put an end to it?

Each one pulls from another end.

The sound continues

-the show has just begun.

By P. , 17 years old

Painting: Salvador Dali, “The Face of War”

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