Bij de gedichtenwedstrijd van Ongehoord 3 kregen we zoveel goede inzendingen dat het zonde was om deze voor onszelf te houden. Elke week publiceren we er twee.
Where do birds go in war?
Do they stay and hide in burning trees under darkening sky?
Do they close their eyes in smoke and fire move their feet among children’s cries?
Do they flee and fly flap their wings moving sparks and ash refusing to stay?
Are they shot down by bullets meant for men burying in feathers of the innocent?
Do they still sing in early modern hours most brilliant colors of darkened red?
If there are no birds in war do we spend time finding them?
-Merel Hol