ON THE EDGE OF LEAD, MY INK IS DECEASED
A, L ,H, B,
Ha, waw, and the soul was shaken
M, H, K, Might,
The alphabet was scattered and lost
From me synonyms and meanings,
May your hand die, O pen
What’s wrong with your lead that’s dull?
I cut it for you
Gardener trees,
And the leaves went astray
Weeping eyes
And the sawwood comes from you
And tooth after tooth
They’re giggling,
I quit writing for your sake
Your sticks are recited
Cursed poem
And I took red ink
I wish you could
Stand for a few hours
Let’s catch our breath and resume
Journey on our moonlit path
And we roam the alleys
And the roads
On the banks of the ruins of temples
Which was demolished
The impact of our recent earthquake
We bow, holding hands
And we say hello with a shrug,
The way is lost
To you, O hope,
And our poems walk with feet
As if they were human beings in the shape of fingertips,
Then she goes out and becomes well-dressed.
The signs of children’s sadness emerged.
As if she was born with gray hair
And the pulpit and dignity of the Imam,
I suffered the trouble of crime and occupation
It is as if they were created as offerings
for the dark age,
The Nakba years
And the curse of decadence
Modern content
For the meaning of life,
Among the servants of darkness
And martyrs of light
Where the abuse spread
And revenge
And most humans
Of these generations
Come to the afternoon
Blood and division
They have witnessed evil arts
And the cruelty of fighting
Of extended red color
In their arteries
Even the bristles
Their spinal cord
To the pale light
For the flower of time
It’s all in life
One that never ended
Where are the seconds?
You’re crawling like a blind child
Some of it collided
With the wall of time
And half of it rolls over
In the fort
Until he fell into it
Fiery swamp
He barely took a sip
Exhale and inhale
Before receiving him
His vertical coffin
There were ululations and applause
And the color of its darkness changed
From black to pink,
That delicate, angelic display
It became a meal
I eat little meat
I have not finished yet
Death festival
Piles of corpses
The bodies were scattered
As if it was about to collapse
Whale Markets
Waiting in line to do laundry
Matrix in position
A feast of carnage
And the buds of paradise
Holding candles
The children will get married
With a smile to the cemetery
Thus the chant turns
On the dance of tears
Cold white corpses
She lived and breathed dead
To become important
Mixed with dark soil
Seeds sprout from it
Revolution and disobedience
Habré was afflicted with pain and illness
When I saw a platoon
She belongs to the outcasts
In the era before that
Moon split
And the revolution of the dwarves
And smoke wedding
I hope love is in my hand
The sky made it rain
On top of the mountains
And positions and staff
And on eagles’ feathers
And in the human heart
Do you think my call was long?
Human hearing
Or a hoarse, distant voice
About touching fate
where are you???
O you who walk the path
Light and faith
Is there anyone who can answer?
To invite the groan of death
I will water the walls
The antidote to forgetfulness
We have passed the nightmare era
Passing won’t win
Prepare your equipment
To pray for joy and safety
We will dance and sing
Until early dawn
We are getting closer
In a corner to thank God
This is how it will end
The hour of doom and injustice
We read verses that make us cry
Comfort and reassurance
We walked into an alley
Long life like
We crossed it with bloody feet
And souls in the diaspora
Our dreams are dangling from us
Like frayed branches
Days pass
And watch the daggers
Time has rebelled against us
We were exposed to the force of autumn
Even fate intervened
And prevent the arrangement
Class details
We lost the rating
We are similar sometimes
With the sun and the moon
And sometimes a bright star
Pure chaste
until then ??? This is exaggerated
In generating penalties???
and search for
Is it possible in the unknown??
And for how long?
Spokesman of silence???
Misfortunes multiply in large numbers
It generates stillness
We just inhale and exhale
And seen from afar
And in our son and in the son of thought
Distances that reveal what is hidden
The Arabs were armed with ignorance
And minds of iron
Cowardice and hypocrisy affected her
She sold the lineage and roots
Our thoughts caught fire
And bodies and even veins
We celebrated our collective failure
We remained on the path of light
A, L, H, B, MAYBE!!!!!
Maybe if it was the arrangement
Our alphabet is much better!!!!
They are random letters
It generates dispersion of the soul.
