No More Islands Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Blue green winds of cruelty
Novice medieval castle
Hellene temple turned to ice
They land with hard chains
Formulas of Atlas
Invasion
Ring the bells of Poe
All of them

Insidious wolf
Blanchard kingdom
We are the paint of Stalin
The dead dreams of gold
Sterile soul of utopia

You are vision
She sees the war of soul
Roman ships on fire
Her heart beats like dawn
Back on the narrow road
Brothers embrace eternal eyes
Sealed with beauty
Gentle lilies of the field
Dignity burns in unity
She brings good tidings

No more islands