Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

South Asian man with reading glasses and red shoulder length hair. He's got a red collared shirt on.
Mesfakus Salahin

Question to Civilization

‎How long will we stand, civilization?

‎On the verge of being swept away

‎Existence is dissolving

‎The color of blood is losing its color

‎The title of a monster in the body of humanity

‎A vague painful poem on the lips
‎A field of teardrops in the eyes
‎Fire is writing the history of chemical evolution
‎I don’t want a crown, a precious stone;
‎I want the soil under my feet
‎I want the sunrise in my muscles
‎I want to be human once again.

‎How much more waiting, silence?
‎Many skies under the painted sky
‎The sea within the sea, the river within the river
‎Something else within the human being.
‎Continuous skyfall like snowfall
‎Bloodfall instead of waterfall
‎Instead of a heartbeat, gunpowder beats
‎There is no water in the clouds, but blood
‎The number of murders is a sign of arrogance
‎Know that religion does not die, people die.

Mesfakus Salahin is from Bangladesh.

Poetry from J.K. Durick

Metamorphosis Moment

It’s an online nightmare

Kafkaesque at its best

Like a Castle out of reach

Caught up in, getting in

Getting by and why

Username and password

The ones you know

Or think you know

So off you go

To who knows where

There’s a site that might

Help, help to verify identity

A six number sequence

From hence we proceed

Or recede, get there, maybe

New name, new password

And then you must verify yet

Again and when you do

You find that you changed those

Back in January and so

You wander, a nameless tramp

Tramping on proper procedures

Waking up a large insect

Guilty of a crime you probably

Did but never noted

Ending up in

An internet death

“Like a dog.”

   Happy Hour

It’s that time

As most nights.

“Get you something?”

Of course

Some nights it’s

Cranberry and seltzer

And a slice of lime.

On more adventuresome

Nights it’s

Some wine, mostly Merlot

And we sit back

Talk about our day

Or the day to come.

It’s almost a ritual

A celebration of sorts

An honor

Our happy hour

When we pretend the happy

Part and sip our way

Into the future.

“Tomorrow we’ll what?”

Or perhaps not

But we know that

We’ll know when

It’s that time

Again. 

    Marching Madness

The game is almost over

The results set

Winners and losers

Waiting for the clock

To celebrate, to escape

Get this last bit over

The fans are restless

Cheering, moaning

Getting ready to leave

Be out in the world again

The world without refs

Without coaches

And times out

Without a clock ticking

Down to a prescribed end

Fans leaving their seats

Becoming a crowd

Hungry, thirsty

Wondering how they

Will ever get home

From all this tangle

With the parking lot

So full and the rest

Of their day so empty.

Short story from Bill Tope

Trump Deploys ICE Agents to Stand In for Striking Minnesota Doctors

Citing understaffing, improper training and administrative overload, some 28,000 Minnesota physicians have walked out. The gesture was made in sympathy with the almost 400,000 health care workers who staged a work stoppage last Thursday.

In response to this health care emergency, President Donald J. Trump has deployed some 5,000 ICE agents to stand in for the idled physicians. “We can’t have this bullshit,” railed Trump from Mar-a-Lago’s Epstein Lounge today.

“What if there’s an emergency?” he cried. “What is somebody’s suffering from deadly bone spurs or somethin’? Or if he gets a bruise on his hand, or starts fallin’ asleep at meetings and stuff?”

Confusion has been rampant, as poorly trained, unlicensed ICE agents grapple with medical emergencies. In Minneapolis, a pregnant Somali woman visited a hospital in desperate need of medical treatment.

But when the ICE physician was summoned, he immediately demanded identification. According to the agent, “Dr.” Biff Sluggard, a former nightclub bouncer from Keystone, Colorado, who was attracted to the $50,000 ICE recruitment bonus, the woman proved to be a non-citizen, but had a green card.

Slamming the woman to the floor, the doctor/agent arrested her on the spot. Prior to incarceration, the woman was sped by ambulance across the northern border into Canada, for delivery.

This was done, said an ICE spokesperson, to forestall subsequent patient claims of birthright citizenship. “ICE don’t believe in the 14th Amendment,” said Sluggard with a grin.

Emergency responders reacted to a call for help in the downtown Minneapolis area, only to find Jose Ruiz, a father of three small children, who became trapped under an automobile when the jack slipped.

 Deducing that the brown-skinned man, who had no papers, was illegal, they left him as he was and instantly took custody of his children, aged 1-7 years. Last word was that the children were en route to a containment warehouse in Muncie, Indiana.

So far as Humor Times could determine, the man remains trapped under his vehicle. At a community clinic in Rochester, a meaty ICE agent stood guard before the “Whites Only” entrance. Various patients approached the portal and were summarily turned away.

The patients were denied entrance, according to the guard, in order to “forestall contaminating blood lines.” Inside, the physician, who was identified as Dr. K. Noem, was at an adjoining animal shelter next door, executing dogs with a large caliber handgun.

Border Czar Tom Homan told Humor Times that ICE agents are a “natural fit” to replace “slothful and lazy physicians” who forgo work. “ICE agents,” rasped Homan, “are first and foremost enforcers: of immigration law, removal of felons and others who violate U.S laws.

“They conduct criminal Investigations in a manner similar to the way a doctor catalogs symptoms. We also conduct document inspections: you ever tried to get health care service without providing ID?” Homan asked. “Ain’t gonna happen.

“An’ we surveill and collaborate with other agencies. ICE agents,” said Homan, “can be used as a force multiplier. We do this,” he explained, “by stepping into duties that do not require doctors’ specialized screening training, like reading X-rays.

“ICE agents won’t be performing major surgery,” he said with a laugh. “I mean, no brain surgery or heart transplants or deliveries of babies. Unless,” he said, raising a thick forefinger, “they’re illegal. In that case, we’ll deliver the little bastard, but separate the child from the parents at birth. We’ll put ’em all in a cage!”

The decision to replace Minnesota doctors with ICE agents came about because of the success of Trump’s deployment of thousands of ICE agents to supplement the depleted roll of TSA agents who have been working at airports without pay.

Some 50,000 TSA workers have gone without a paycheck since DHS funding was denied on February 14. Trump said on Saturday that ICE agents would “do doctoring like no one has ever seen before.”

Trump said this includes “the immediate arrest of all Illegal Immigrants who have come into our Country, with heavy emphasis on those from Somalia.” Minneapolis, a hotbed of Somali occupation, is host to more than 107,000 such individuals.

Trump, who has often shown a flair for naming his various programs and policies, was asked what he’d call his Minnesota-based ploy. After a reflective pause, he replied, “I think I’ll call it The Final Solution. Kinda rolls off the tongue, don’t it?” he asked.

Poetry from Xo’jamurodova Nigina 

Tulip

My tulip’s heart is filled with blood,

Its world is shattered, ruined.

Those cowards it once believed in,

Strangers who spoke only lies.

My gentle one, my delicate soul,

Forget the burdens of this world.

Among these cowards,

Do not bow your head—stand proud.

Many are drunk on the wine

Of this fleeting world.

But for the pain called love,

There is no one who has not been defeated.

Xo’jamurodova Nigina 

Uzbekistan 

Essay from Gulhayo Abduqahhorova

After graduation many students take a year to travel. Some think that it would be more useful to work for a year. To what extent do you agree or disagree?

Namangan State Institute of Foreign Languages, 2nd-year student of Philology and Language Teaching (English).

Many students choose to travel for a year after graduation. Others believe that this time is better spent working. I think traveling can be useful too, but working gives more practical experience and important opportunities for the future. On the one hand, working for a year gives students real-life experience. On the job, they learn important skills such as responsibility, time management, and teamwork. In addition, by working, they can test their knowledge of their profession in practice. Another important aspect is that by working, students will also have the opportunity to save money, which will help them in their future plans.

On the other hand, traveling also broadens one’s worldview. By visiting different countries and cultures, young people gain new experiences and learn to be independent. This also greatly contributes to personal development. In conclusion, although traveling is also beneficial, I believe that working for a year is more beneficial. Because during this time, students can gain experience and create a solid foundation for their future careers.

Poetry from Ankica Anchie Biskupović

WATER THAT CONNECTS

Water does not ask

who you are

It flows

through all languages,

crossing borders

we have invented

In a single drop

the whole world fits,

a tear, a sea, a river,

and someone’s quiet hope

We carry it within us

as a memory of the beginning,

as proof

that we are made of the same breath

When a word becomes water,

it does not wound,

it unites.

It pours from heart to heart

and dissolves

what keeps us apart

So write —

let your poem be a river,

let it find its way

even where there is none

For water knows

what we forget:

that we are all

one ocean

Ankica Anchie Biskupović

Humanist, Poetessa, Author

Anthology submission invite: Sandra Tabac’s Global Mosaic of Love

🌏 GLOBAL MOSAIC OF LOVE 🌏

📅 April 20 – May 20, 2026

The world needs more touch, more poetry, and more love.

That’s why I am launching the GLOBAL MOSAIC OF LOVE and inviting you to become part of it.

I invite artists and creatives from my country and around the world to share,

🖋️ their poetry along with images of their hands and palms, creating a network of touches filled with love and respect, where we share both sorrow and joy, and strengthen the golden links of our hands around the Earth.

Without borders, every contribution becomes a diamond in the global mosaic of love.

How to submit your contribution:

📧 E-mail: globalnimozaikljubavi2026@gmail.com (not active yet)

💌 Messenger: send your poetry and images of your hands directly to me, Sandra Fabac

PROJECT GOAL

Through this virtual mosaic of love, with the power of mind, heart, and the art of our hands and poetry, we connect into one unique heartbeat.

Hands symbolize touch, compassion, and unity, while poetry gives rhythm and emotion.

Your contributions will shape a unique global mosaic, a record of the love we leave on the foundation of existence.

Together, we beat with the same rhythm ,the rhythm of love, empathy, and connection.

Join the project and connect the world through the art of our palms and poetry!

#GlobalMosaicOfLove #PoetryWithoutBorders #ArtThatConnects

Project Organizer:

Sandra Fabac

 Poetessa & Humanist, Croatia © 2026