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My Mythical Country, poem | By Suzan AL- Mahmoud Translated By: Abdulla Fadel

Written By Hesham Alsabahi on Sunday, 21 June 2015 | 06:23

My Mythical Country, poem

No god can save our souls
The bird of death
Has landed on the body of the beloved
it will not leave before finishing its meal.

Neither The blue sky a witness of the crime…
Nor the trees, the wood for furnace…
Nor Water of rivers, the tombs of the dead bodies…
None can declare the end,
Only man
Can…!!
But…?? 
He remains a wandering a monster, among the dunes of his old rage
Blind without insight
How can an angry person see?

Here, where the bloods of brothers is mixed with the bloods of strangers,
The thin line 
Between night and day
Is but an mere illusion

In my mythical country
A new age where dawn is dark is starting
Can darkness erase darkness?
The sacrifices are mere boring rites 
And prayers are mere boring rites
Is there a place for the shy flower of love in this stormy country?
Is there a carpet To worship beauty, that hasn’t yet been burned 
By the fires of the temple guards’ ?

All temples have fallen
Will the human spirit rise 
Free within us?

By Suzan AL- Mahmoud
  Translated By: Abdulla Fadel


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