The Night walks slowly on the city’s body
gazing at every window and door
snatching as many souls as He can
to send them away to the other shore.
The Fire is blind and sees no more
it lives on the blood of the innocent
whose crime is the right to breathe!
My land is muddy … my sky is dry
The belly of earth has got many Jonahs
who refused to give their will to strangers
But… in the darkness of my city
Nobody dears to cough or sneeze
whereas the streets are full of brutal soldiers
enjoying the screeming of the dead
feeling that this is the wish of Destiny
given by the mouth of Heaven!
Poem by Ahmed Aktash
(3 votes, average: 3 out of 5)
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