Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
Allan Bazar
69 years old
Tucson is my home but I am currently in Hyampom, CA
I weep
Though my heart overflows with joy, I weep I weep for the babies who will be wrenched out of this life they just entered I weep for the old ones whose lives will be instantly turned to dust and rubble I weep for the adolescents from whom the worlds they have yet to embrace will be destroyed I weep for the young ones who love has conquered but whose dreams will vanish in the night. I weep, as well, for those terrified weak leaders who send others to their doom yet who cowered in fear when their times came. I weep for their servants, the bureaucrats of information who bark like dogs in the chorus of the fearful. I weep for that sad, lost soul who stands atop the dungheap of his own making with characteristic smirk standing alone in false triumph praying that he may yet be a man. Were he not so weak, so small, so frightened he might have been great. I weep for that loss. Yet my heart will not empty of joy, but will find a place for sadness as I weep.
