Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.

Juan Fried

Coat

Once,
when too young,
my mother draped her coat
among the fleeing,
to hide her small brother
from the bullets
of a screaming plane.

But in her rush,
the coat’s red lining
flapped and waved
and tore a bloody wound
in the blossoming green field.

The pilot finished
and smiled down at the children.

My mother,
now old enough now,
put on her coat
and held her brother’s hand home.

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