FROSINA TASEVSKA

This Is The Place Of Death

This is the place of death
where “new heroes” grab guns
and rush to fight their war.
Warriors on rearing chargers,
columns of infantry.
The Dark Earth’s redeeming visions
affected the world by their decisions.
This is the place of death
the terror, the horror, the crime
spares no gender or children
they kill the bloom before their time.

This is that place of death
where everyone gasps for his last breath
bodies lie scattered on the ground
smell of blood all around.

War

War, today’s reality is war
the selfish world we live in today.
War ragged, faces dirt-encrusted, black.
The blood in the streets.
Sophisticated weapons
generate a war-like dance.
Missiles armed with warheads
are poised from a distance.
War. War. War!
No one knows, what it’s for.
Blanched skulls and bones.
There is no end to war!

Palestine
(acrostic)

Pain, riot, bombardment
And one graveyard.
Long Palestinian days and nights
Encountering the completion of a genocide.
Shooting, the sound of screaming.
Tearing up the land.
Intergenerational trauma,
No pain like their pain.
Enough death, enough sorrow, end war!

FROSINA TASEVSKA

FROSINA TASEVSKA was born in the Republic of Macedonia. She is a bilingual poet and writer. She writes in English and Macedonian languages. She has authored two solo poetry collections. She is an active member of various literary and creative platforms. Her writings are part of several national and international magazines, newspapers, journals, and anthologies. She has won many awards for her write-ups. She holds the degrees of B.Ed. (English) and currently, works as an educator.