Poem by Agim Desku

Stop doing them
Sea, stop receiving businesses that punish you.
Once again after five centuries of damned hell
My nation’s path will be restored
In the madness of Via Ignatiz the devils
I walk and do not rebel against Ajim when I see them
Towards the caravans passing near Al Ain
The trinity who have afflicted the earth with black hell for centuries
The world makes me guard up, get drunk, and toast me
Except you, sea, how do you stop the pirates and the lads?
People who left me without half brothers
Which illuminates the separation of children from my eyes
Here I am, my mother on the doorstep with her hands on my chest
Even today, as yesterday, I think, and if
Demons live, and they don’t know how to stop them
They got some from our guy
The world is toasting the beauty of the crow.