Even though I was not asked to "write" about Underground Poetry... I want to share this with you. Playground was written during the invasion of
Playground
Dark brown eyes
Scanning dusty tarmac
Head down
Mouth humming
To his grandmother’s house
On the edge of the city
Thinking of a swing
She won’t go to the shelter
People here are afraid of shelters
They remember last time
They clank they creak
The boy’s head fills
With explosion
Excelente poema, critica nuestro actual mundo, llegando a nuestros sentidos con la imagen de un niño contrastando con la guerra... aunque si lo pensamos bien en la guerra siempre se involucran los niños!
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