Der Libanon

Poem By Deborah Loraine Kean

Schlangen verstecken sich dort
Bomben regnen von oben
Kinder sterben dort
Die Schmerz kommt vom Himmel

Da waren Krankenwagen
Rote Kreuze auf dem Dach sind wie Ziele
Die Teufeltänzt vor Freude auf seinem Huf
Das Töten stoppt nie

This is my poem Lebanon in German, an experiment...

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