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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required September 1922 A woman is standing in front of a ship. Into her bloody hands she holds her daughter and her son. Their faces have lost the youth, terror has formed creases round their eyes. Eyes lost.Behind them flames are spreading like dragons' tangues leaving ashes on the wind on the waves of the sea, on the hands of those who died.Soldiers running barefooted passing the crossline a path they did not choose. Heroes who carried dust and fired blood and fired pain.The two little children are looking at their house. What is left now is flaming wood fading lights dying away. On the garden there is still the girl's doll with her cloth hands her eyes filled with gloom as if she still waits for an answer. The woman's hands are trembling.This is the last ship. Screams, cries, pushes people in the water, people on the ground trying to find a small bend to fit their carved souls. Guns are firing a soldier gets killed in front of the boys legs. Waves get rough, cover the port cover all eyes with salt uncover the truth of not forgetting.A hand is pulling the woman and the children on the ship.A last move , a passing to unknown with a coin on her mouth to pay the price of her transfer. Smyrna is burning like a star is falling on the ground. Million lights in the sky light up a drama of lost souls. Broken terrors of a life never to be restored passing to the other side with hands empty eyes closed. To those who lost their country in September 1922.
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