By David Dephy

Dark, silent and dusty, swallows the square and the streets,
buildings and towns, killers in black masks are running around
they are hungry for death, look very carefully, they know you.

Winds, they are made of quenching aspirations.
The passion of breath lives within every wind, and that old
kiss quenches them like a song, as we all are still living without 

a sense of what’s buried deep within the night—
children’s breath bound evenly, piled at the roadside
among ghosts, moon rises, silence remains the same, 

as the breath of forgiveness, dusty edge of insanity,
slowly sinks in the gray smoke of emptiness.
No fighter jets up above, but kites, but where are they?

Why God sleeps? Why are we dying as God sleeps?
Why no one cares about you anymore? Why are you silent?
Why don’t you see me standing right in front of you?

The light in the window must give you a courage,
lights are not faded away yet, children shine in streets,
the Western wind will color them gold, every mother

feels her child as the rays feel the way out of darkness,
mother’s voice echoes in the dark: Where are you, Lord?
Where is my son? Where is my daughter? Where is their kingdom?! 

December 4, 2024
New York

The Importance of the Arts and Humanities? (required)
The art of poetry is important because it allows us to hear our inner voice, to see the things as the way they are, to feel the world around us, inside us, to see the truth, to comfort others, even ourselves and to give hope and strength.

My work was inspired by the bravery of new Georgian generation, as we know everything passes in this world, except such immortal seconds, when a man sacrifices himself for others, when he sacrifices himself for his own and his people’s and his country’s freedom. Georgia is on fire all over again, the altar of freedom calls the world, and its gigantic winds of justice, knowing that there is no way out from the Russian deadly madness except for freedom, knowing that people of Georgia will be free, Georgia must be free, otherwise nothing makes sense, everything will vanish as the storm arrives, the world around you, inside you, cannot return, fighters for freedom can smell the wind more than anyone, as we know they shook the streets, where each tree, remains as the heart of a wind, each wind a string on time’s lyre, divine love reflected upon its own reflection, wickedness kindling the flame of darkness, but when the heroes strike the anvil of freedom, the vision returns, the passion of freedom lives within Georgia for millenniums, this is heroic, this is powerful, this is poetry, this is divine, very real, true, tangible.

David Dephy is an American award-winning poet, novelist, essayist, multi-media artist, with a Master of Fine Arts degree evaluated by the Globe Language USA. The founder of Poetry Orchestra and American Poetry Intersection. Poet-in-Residence for Brownstone Poets 2024-2025. His poem, “A Sense of Purpose,” is being sent to the Moon by The Lunar Codex, NASA, and Brick Street Poetry in 2024. He is named as “A Literature Luminary” by Bowery Poetry, “Stellar Poet” by Voices of Poetry, “Incomparable Poet” by Statorec, “Brilliant Grace” by Headline Poetry & Press and “Extremely Unique Poetic Voice” by Cultural Daily. He was exiled from his native country of Georgia in 2017 and was granted political asylum in the USA immediately and indefinitely. His family, beloved wife and 9-year-old son joined him in the U.S. after 7 years of exile in 2023. He lives and works in New York City.

There is written on the photo: We Will All Get Out of Here Alive.
This is my phrase from my poems. It is written in Georgian language.

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