Music boxes
of nations-
moving time
after time.
The same song.
The same mechanism
for hatred
or love.
Sown in tears.
Sounds from above.
Bombs,
missiles,
grenades,
stand clear-
Jesus enters here.
He is the voice of
the turtledove.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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