Stains of bloody hands on a rusty gate
Broken iron bars remind me of broken dreams
Eyebrows of a goddess moving and scratching the sky
The sky bleeds stars and fallen angels
The smell of wet sand mixed with smashed roses enchants the scene
And there you are
Out of my deepest soul inquisitions
Staring at me with lust of wolves
While the trees play an old symphony of glory
The curtain falls down along with a mad sound of laughter
Time is frozen
And so is everything
By Moustapha Yassine, Lebanon 2006
1 comments:
Though to many the war in Lebanon is in the past, for some they are still living with the consequences of Israel’s actions. Many lost loved ones, brothers, sisters and children. Many are without homes; this poem serves as a reminder to us all. In this fast moving media culture the war in Lebanon is old news but the rest of the world is not so quick to forget, the oppressed never forget the name of their oppressors, and those that supported them, namely America and Britain.
Guevara Serapion
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