Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Our mass grave
O compassionate grave
You have become the only security
for man this human being
The warmth of your hidden floor
Cover and mattress with pillows
After this flood of war,
You haunted the brick,
Will the roses grow?
Of these bodies,???
Children were martyred
And real men,
are dead and gone
girls and boys,
became the children of Gaza
Ashes without eyelids,
Virgins lament betrayal
And the boys,
O spring
Flowered graves
Hearts will not underestimate,
And make their memory
In consideration,
O God of martyrs
How long will it last?
The curse of this life???
We carried the shame of the lineage
She chose to lie down
On the ruins of Gaza
they danced and sang And organized parties, And we have a hoarse throat And a torn soul We sing and hit with an anvil Our logo is our crucified letters We demand loudly day and night And we knock on doors Closed in the face of peace In this time We carried the curse of the dynasty and the governments who chose silence they sold honor And the glory against the chairs And the red heels and the dress, We harvest the fruits of trees that are not ours And we have to eat From the wheat of disobedience, And the rest of the harvest Forbidden And everything tastes Rebellion is like a revolution of the blind, We are of another race And we deserve half the infertility And half of the oppression And a quarter of sadness, And a little of what’s to come, We are descendants of a lineage Planted and we were We are the harvesters We pay the bills Politics of careless leaders,
Let me scream out loud the loudest So that my call reaches the highest peaks, let me draw my white flag And write my name On the wing of a white dove Then swallowed death treacherously Like a cup of water in your hand bitter flows down my throat I cry and I curse My false Arabism, who dressed me like a transparent dress Shame without cover, How kind this universe was We stole explosive dreams And our lives have been transformed Towards a black road to leave We carved the flute from our bones And we set about it most intensely To the joy of our prayers In our holiday gatherings Until it’s too much for us The smell of singing And the melody of sadness And the desire for cuddles Until he shoots Our members are hungry
And we made numbers with our bones And the frames And the hands of our clocks And with our finger bones we made buttonholes for shirts which opens and closes facing bullets and cartridges from enemy guns And our bones We made our own pens with what we have write life in one line Bent and twisted Sharp and not straight Like the curvature of our neck And noon, We pick up our pieces disgusting to us, Like the homeless Along the river, We enjoy the breeze and the warmth.
And we complain of the curse under the moon,
hoping and dreaming
of a blessed new day.
Under the abundance of kisses from heaven
Let our sun rise from the west
and declare our final victory
Life has whipped and mutilated us
And we were all buried in rows
In the same unknown tombs
No homeland nor territory who cures boil Satisfy us with false freedom And a stolen nationality Our transformed bodies To the dark prisons We hang on And we won’t die We read the bars of our cages of our hearts by heart Not a sin If our cheeks turn red with shame At the end of this time who has inhuman characteristics and morals We smile sadly And the eyes cry with sadness Of a burden that affected us to the bone Due to gravity wars and conflicts
We hope to cross a bridge Dark to sunrise We lift the night from our shoulders And we sing the melody of rock throats In search of a glimpse of life With our wounded feet Our souls are tired and anxious And our voices tremble with crying We want to return to the womb Where our mothers were Dreams are sewn From the fabric of stars Where it was raining The melody of a thousand myths We would like to come back Let’s complicate life This book will never end His title is harsh And his line is sad And his craft is bitter In the heart of every human being The wind blew away our seeds In the same field And we became trees Unfruitful The wind shook our branches And our roots Drink water together Like tired horses Bow to the knights Carrying a slice of our genes Let’s plant it in a distant courtyard.
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Her Highness Princess Dr. Narzine Bani Hashem
