by Marcin Malek
And if I come
I'll bring the dew
Blended with cruor
Of our veins
And if I reach your hand
I’ll become the tugboat
Of dignity and pride
Preserved with countless lives
Then... If I fall
I'll be the victor (anyway)
By sacrifice of blood
I'll bring the Happy Easter
To those
Bebeath the coat
Of diminishing faith
a note
against the rhapsody of hate
Portlaoise
17/02/2016
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Marcin Malek (born February 24, 1975) in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish/Irish poet, writer, playwright, journalist, photographer. Published in: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent”, „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”, Leinster Express, Winner of the annual award of "Poetry&Paratheatre" journal (category: poem of the Year) for year 2012, (work: „Bieg – Czyli list do współczesnych”/"Run - a letter to the present"). Since 2006 lives in Ireland.
Last updated February 16, 2016