Peace,

So rare in this planet

Since the existence of the humans

Quiet was a privilege for few.

Eva Lianou Petropoulou, an author and poet from Greece, the cradle of Western Civilization, shares her poems

Eva Lianou Petropoulou is an awarded author and poet from Greece with more than 25 years in the literary field, having published more than 15 books. Her poems are translated in more than 20 languages. She is President of creativity and art of Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association, representing Greece; President of Global UHE Peru, Vice President of Cultural Association China, Mexico. She is also the Ambassador of Peace for The Global Nation newspaper Bangladesh; World Ambassador of International Academy of Ethics India.

The Path to Peace. Image courtesy: Youth Be Heard

Peace

We pay with our lives

Decision others they took

Because they are looking at their pockets

And not at the safety of the planet

Why a war is happening?

Always the same response

Nobody knows

Learn to talk

Learn to communicate

Learn to accept

Learn to respect

Peace,

So rare in this planet

Since the existence of the humans

Quiet was a privilege for few

Understand,

Listen

Be silent

Those are the rules for a bright future

Hope,

No children will sleep

Without his parents tonight

Pray,

For Angel’s protection

To everyone’s house.

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Athens-Acropolis

Miss the hug

A hug that they give you and you forget the weaknesses of your existence.

I miss a kiss

The kiss that someone give you and your stomach make those noise like is full of butterflies

I miss the smile

That childish smile that you have

You are smiling and all nature become

Pink

I miss the walk to the beach

The waves

The perfume of the salt

I miss the sunshine and the sunset

All the simple things that I had

I miss the generosity of people

I miss the kindness of grandparents

I miss the relaxing moments of drinking a coffee

Now, they all want your friend, your position, your talent, your contact, your potential, your life almost but no one…

Nobody want to get in your shoes

They are too tide.

***

Women

They born

They do not become

They are the pillars of societies

Or tribes

They are

They exist

Women,

Creators of rainbows

Of Angels

Of Gods

Women,

Show them respect

As you respect your mama

Your daughter

Your sister

Women,

We supposed to be all together

But the new societies

Makes us enemies

Cheap

Without care

With sympathy

Without empathy

If women they could remember their purpose

The world it could be different.

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"