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By Ahmad Al-Khatat


I am tired of being tired
from people with fake
smiles and real tears
falling from my eyes
I remember the days
where a long and
happy life we had
when we were kids
God sent us rain
to grow the seeds
to bloom flowers
now, nothing arises
hungry and thirsty
spirit died with a joy
we break bone to walk
we cut flesh to breathe
A bite to recall the
days of starvation
a sip to forget the
bitterness of war
Kids cannot find
the moon to sleep
below the sunlight
they sleep with fears
the dawn's witness
either born while death
and fire the stars in blaze
the sun rises toward the ashes
Hope is not at the
airport to travel to
exile, perhaps he's
burying himself a tomb
Since the dust filled
my path to go forward
or backward years ago
I am waiting to die before you
kill me with no noise
my voice is no longer
important to be heard
stab me without sympathy

Article © Ahmad Al-Khatat. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-01-21
Image(s) are public domain.
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