Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
Izabel Sonia Ganz
Children of War
They came as children - they never were given a chance to grow up. They either were dismembered in the fields of Apocalypse or stunted into twists of mutations that even the angels cannot untangle.
By Izabel Sonia Ganz
A Birthday Card from Warsaw
If I was going to write a birthday card to myself I would make ink with the soot scraped from walls of burned houses mixing it into sweet wine from bottles that bombs have broken shattering bricks, tearing lives.
The quill pen I would fashion from a feather lost by a pigeon that flew by the fifth floor window where a small frightened figure under my bed waited silent for a dark night with hushed voices for transfer closer to safety.
I would surely write it in English as lessons I learned diligently from fellow conspirator, my teacher, while in streets below boots marched stomping in tact with a language than then spelled death and destruction in lilting songs of their victory.
The stamp I would put on this card bleached white by tears of mourning stained red with blood of a city that would not die – like a Phoenix – by no postmark could be cancelled. And the card would be delivered year after year on my birthday.
