The Dictator’s Message

The Dictator’s Message

 

O poets

return,

we have swept

your homeland clean

of thorns and splinters

 

O writers

return,

to make a record of your works

we have ordered paper from all over the world

 

O mothers

return,

we have made all the prisons

into schools and universities

 

O young people

return,

and for your country’s future

lay a new foundation

 

O painters

return,

and on war’s blood-soaked walls

paint the white dove of peace

 

O architects

return,

and for all these returnees

build their houses over corpses

of their dead, who stayed and struggled

 

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