Old Europe Among cold and gray trees old Europe, Dirty drops of blood come from the salty water looking for shelter. Children's tears, aged screams teenagers dreams and old fears. The old Europe that once crossed the oceans in search of wealth, now build walls. Desolate beaches where hungry spirits ask for help! Where will the grave stand? the sea, the beach, Or within the speeches of men and women that have long forgotten the meaning of love. Syria Today the birds of death threw bombs on us. Yesterday we breathed poison. There won't be old age in our days, we won't have any children. Global indifference is the name of our death. Next to me lies the future, his face is one of thousands of other future dead. A bloody girl runs, two naked monsters run after her, they have rifles, they have no heart. Knives kiss necks, Our miseries are traded on the world stock market. Someone laughs when death hugs us. A green and delicate hope sits on a blood-stained blade. The poet and the tyrant What can a poet do against a firing squad? There is no time to fear death. Neither the people, nor the tyrant knew the meaning in his verses, but the tyrant's counselors insisted, "shoot the poet, he wants to give your lands, gold and breads to the people". The tyrant who feared even what did not exist, ordered: -Shoot the poet! Burn his poems, cut off his body and feed the animals. Dead poet, happy counselors and tyrant. What they didn't know is: you can kill a poet, never his poetry. Bio from 2020
Ediney Santana was born in the city of Mundo Novo, Bahia, Brazil. He lives in the city of Brasilia, capital of Brazil. He is a teacher, graduated in Literature. He writes poems, short stories, lyrics and has published some of his books.