Naftali Primor, Poetry

נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

משורר צעיר בליבו ששירתו התפתחה בגיל מאוחר. הרגישו מוזמנים להשתתף בחווית שירתי.

Cruelty of Islam

Children of the poor
Children of the neglected
The uncounted
They walk with a dream:
To be qualified to have it.
Be loved by people and to love people.
Not to kill and not to be killed.
Not to occupy others land and religion.
I feel sadness for the people of Syria and around.
They're not my enemies,
It's a gilt of the Islamists.
Atrocity conducts and theirs victims are announcing:
"Allah Akbar"
Do not call for God!
It is all upon your cruelty.