A world full of beuties


For people of Christchurch in NZ killed in two  mosques by the bullets of hatred




A world full of beauties



I tell my hands

Be gentle

To a sparrow

Just hatched her chicks

But a man fills his gun

With the bullet of hatred.



I tell my eyes

Look outside

The sun is rising

But a mother is looking

For her child

Lost in rubble.


I tell my feet

Go for a walk

The ice is melting

But a wall is rising, high

To separate me

From desperate people.


I tell my heart

Beat in peace

Our world is full of beauties

But a hand of hatred

Shoot at the people


Just their own God.


March. 17, 2019

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