Poems by:

Maria del Carmen Aranda

War and peace

For the Peace of a people and their pain.

And my words melt
beaten with the blood of the dead.

And my mind is clouded
listening to the silenced screams of
"Lost children absent of love."

And my insides twist
to see hypocritical smiles,
feeling like acid stabs
the pecking of a raven emptying my interior.

Unclean, pernicious looks,
clad in the fine cloth of depravity.

And my words are drowning
and they melt beaten with the blood of the dead
that in life they live.

Dead wandering naked,
looking to be wrapped
For the sweet color of love

Maria del Carmen Aranda
Writer / Poet

Vice President of the North American Academy of Modern International Literature
Member of the North American Academy of Modern International Literature (ANLMI)
Member of the International Academy of Sciences, Technology, Education and Humanities (AICTEH)

María del Carmen Aranda

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