Here is 1 of her poems, how fitting for the tragedy of our present:
The Georgias match everything
You can't look at the rubble,
The ruins of war tell us.
Georgia, reddish bricks,
How many soldiers did they kill,
how many mothers and tiny children
You choked, burning
Like dry wood!
The rubble is cursed!
You all look like tears,
All wounds to the hearts!
Whoever sees you is afraid of war,
'cause she's got her eyes full again today.
Georgia by war left to us,
many houses like a silver fairy tale
All right, you're on.
People, as houses build tall,
They take brick by brick from ruins,
They carry them advanced like birds.
And our fresh homes,
as beautiful as silver,
they're made of rubble.
(translated by Jerzy Ficowski)
The pope undoubtedly wrote about the rubble in post-war Poland, and present how they are associated with the ruins of Ukrainian cities or Gaza. . Our planet is turning into a immense rubble, and we don't know how far its boundaries will reach...? They do not respect God, nor the 5th commandment. . These wars have no end, and everyone on this lost planet is the children of the Sun Father and the Moon Mother... And they haven't seen it yet?????
( was given by Marek Baterowicz)
