We live in this planet since time immemorial, a tiny dot in an ocean of darkness.
All the people we know and love live here. Here are our dreams and our disappointments. This planet is our country; this planet is us. In this planet we live as our ancestors did.
This land belongs to all religions, faiths and their representatives, teachers of ethics, fair men, people who create but also people who destroy. Some people whose only goal is ending up with the civilization. Corrupt people who do not respect the essence of the human being and whose desire is their enrichment based on the death of others. War lords turned this planet into a theatre where they represent a terrible play in which the death is the main character. A play in which blood flows as rivers and floods the corpses of its innocent victims.
Why is this happening? Why this willingness to kill each other it is so uncontrollable?
I know that nobody will come to help us in case of a hecatomb; a savior will not come from another planet to rid us of ourselves. There is no place for us to flee or to emigrate to. Why do not we treat ourselves with love and respect? Why do not we build rather than destroy? Why is the human being so selfish? This planet is our homeland. This planet is us, and we are killing it.
Why do not we unite our voices against those doers of death? A unique voice that defends the right of a dignified, safe and peaceful life. A unique voice that raises against destruction, death, torture and exiles caused by wars.
No one wants to be forced to leave behind his family or friends. No one wants to leave his land, the place of his childhood or deprive his children of it.
(Con ilustraciones a color y texto a varios idiomas).
All the people we know and love live here. Here are our dreams and our disappointments. This planet is our country; this planet is us. In this planet we live as our ancestors did.
This land belongs to all religions, faiths and their representatives, teachers of ethics, fair men, people who create but also people who destroy. Some people whose only goal is ending up with the civilization. Corrupt people who do not respect the essence of the human being and whose desire is their enrichment based on the death of others. War lords turned this planet into a theatre where they represent a terrible play in which the death is the main character. A play in which blood flows as rivers and floods the corpses of its innocent victims.
Why is this happening? Why this willingness to kill each other it is so uncontrollable?
I know that nobody will come to help us in case of a hecatomb; a savior will not come from another planet to rid us of ourselves. There is no place for us to flee or to emigrate to. Why do not we treat ourselves with love and respect? Why do not we build rather than destroy? Why is the human being so selfish? This planet is our homeland. This planet is us, and we are killing it.
Why do not we unite our voices against those doers of death? A unique voice that defends the right of a dignified, safe and peaceful life. A unique voice that raises against destruction, death, torture and exiles caused by wars.
No one wants to be forced to leave behind his family or friends. No one wants to leave his land, the place of his childhood or deprive his children of it.
(Con ilustraciones a color y texto a varios idiomas).
Salt boundaries
An antholology of poetry
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Autor:
VVAA
- Código del producto: 7384
- Categoría: Biografías, literatura y estudios literarios, Poesía
- Temática: Poesía de poetas individuales
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ISBN:
- 9788490116869 - Papel Cómpralo aquí
- 9788490117026 - PDF Cómpralo aquí
- Tamaño: 170 x 230 mm
- Páginas: 204
- Idioma: Inglés
- Interior: Color (Fotográfica)