My grandpa loved tulips.
Growing up with the war stories that my grandpa used to tell me in the afternoons, I’ve never thought that the word peace will be so hard and so frightful to pronounce. He fought in WWII for his country, to defend his land. ALWAYS, to defend. Never, did our country crave other countries’ wealth, and never invaded other lands. A famous Romanian writer described this so well:
“- Me? I am defending my poverty, my needs, and my nation!”
Still, our country is broken and shattered apart, after all the blood spilled. It is not even allowed to dream of peace and unity. My country is one of the most beautiful and wealthy countries, that is why it has always been a target, so coveted, so desired, while the history is erased and its people expelled.
“- In war, there is nothing but death and destruction!”, I will never forget my grandpa saying this.
He taught me that there is nothing else more important in this world than peace. He always said that if he had only one wish in this life, would be to stop all wars and make world peace.
poem and photography 2022 © DACIANA LIPAI | Unity ~ D R E A M • A W A Y • Photopoems ~ Fine Art Photography Series
A world is buried, little by little,
Beyond empires, only death and destruction
On a desolated land, I wish nothing but
Unity
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