There was the terrorism- by Juan M.S

There was the terrorism

of a thousand and one nights,

the everlasting, ever current waging

of never ending wars.

There was a face on a shelf, a smile

on display and a promise in a showcase.

All I wanted was beauty and all I got

was possession, all I lost

when I lost it all.

Then I saw many smiles, many

promises that didn’t fade

because I didn’t expect them.

All I want is to ever see,

and ever forget the terror

of a war I’m not meant to fight.



I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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