I AM THE UNSPOKEN, SHOUT OUT TO ME
Arabism is recessive
Who greets you?
You were an icon
Like the heritage of an entire nation,
We did not inherit anything from you.
Except our alphabet
And messages of pride
Behind the scenes of your soul
Hey Arab,
A deaf and mute scream
The call to prayer is not heard
But he says a prayer
He recites the verses of the Most Gracious
And with the tearful lips of his heart
A tongue that speaks with emotion
And when you listen carefully,
She condemns the sun and autumn
And you curse the season of flood
We plowed and sowed falsehood
In all areas and corners
Thick gunpowder grew from it
Peace and I borrowed
A lamp and two wings
To heaven and towards us
Indefinitely
And not specified
For a long time
Unable to determine
Prevent sadness
With a glimmer of hope
And we curse the waiting
We stayed up for a long time
Under the wishes
We steal the dream
With a little full moon
Without anyone seeing us
Will he see us?
Al-Badr after Ahmed?
Eleven planets?
Where is the prostration of the sun?
And the moon rak’ah?
And the stars are cheering
But I feel
By praising trees
And enlarge the dice
The chrysanthemum prayer
listen to me
The groan of that grave
Which embraces
That body
He will tell you
Talk about betrayal
Listen to the clay
And the stone
They spoke from the tongue
That human
A hundred of me made him cry
By burning and oppression
Hundred of me lists
Poems on it
And thousands of others
And they glorify his killing
And millions of Arabs
Leaning on the pillows
O Arab!
Doubts arose
And it was obliterated
Rational knowledge
I forgot to verify
Of the facts
And I crawled behind
Contemporary secularism
Like a turtle crawling
In long dresses
Until I stumbled
In the pit of tyrants
Until I become
Your certainty is questionable
The doubt is certain
The language is no longer there
Concept of truth
From cradle to end
As an offering for that aqeeqah
Blue in its whiteness
It fluttered in your sky
And I set up the throne of mourning
Your ID is missing
Your culture and geography
And you committed injustice
And plunder and tyranny
We have lost everything
As a result of your representative judgment
Citizenship was taken away
From its roots
It was your decision
Where are those concepts?
For contemporary?
We’re just swimming
In a world of challenges
Social unrest
And falsehood and cultural fabrication
Economic collapses
And toxic technologies
this
It’s your modern world
O Arab, you are today
In your last confrontations
You die or you win
You have to reconfigure
And analyze the study
There is nothing wrong with believing
Rearrange your papers
Existentialism and emergence
And your knowledge
In deconstruction and analysis
Biomechanism and colonization
Abstraction and liberation
Metaphysics and constructivism
You have to rethink your concepts
O Arab!
Today you face one last challenge
Return to your firm faith
And remove your copying mind from you
And identify your strengths
Shake off the cheese dust.
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
