A poem I wrote after watching The Cove.

My first memory after coming to the United States to escape the ethnic cleansing in Bosnia. I was four years old, and my first encounter was with a little thing called Mustard.

A simple poem reflective of my childhood during the Bosnian genocide in the early 90s.

A poem on Adolf Hitler.

A poem on Anne Frank.

From the movie: Shake Hands With The Devil, about the genocide in Africa between the Hutus and Tutsis.

This poem captures the anger, grief, lamentations of the marginalized and oppressed people who suffered greatly at the hands of a despot/an undemocratic regime. It shows the clamor of the people for accountability and responsibility.

In randomness and of the reason that I am studying the Holocaust in school. Looking into Elie Wiesel’s Night in English Class and studying the Holocaust in Global History. I guess it was just the fuel to spark it. It is very dark, very dark and perhaps this shouldn’t be taken lightly. Comments are open.

This is a Rwanda Genocide poem I wrote myself.

A poem I wrote when I woke up this morning. Needs a few fine tuning edits, but for the most part it works and I’m hungry.