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Muhammad

Poem No.: 87 النص العربي: لا يوجد


Muhammad

Living on his father's lap

frightened by the sky's inferno: Protect me father

from flying above, my wing is too

small for the wind... and the light is pitch-black

***

Muhammad wants to return home

without a bicycle or a new shirt.

Wants to go to the school bench

to the syntax and etymology notebook.

Take us to our home,dad,so i may prepare for my

studies and continue my living little by little over

the sea shore,under the palm tree and

nothing farther,nothing farther.

***

Muhammad

Facing an army without having a stone or any planet's

shrapnel-s.He didn't write it,it was written for him

on the wall.My liberty will not die,but i will die

defending my liberty.No horizon will even shield

Babel's pigeons.And still born a boy with a name that

carries condemnation along with it.How many more times

will boys be born minus a country minus a childhood

tryst.He will dream if the dream comes,and the land is

lacerated.......and a house of worship.

***

Muhammad

His death was inescapably coming but he remembered

seeing a leopard on the television screen and when the

leopard approached the poisoned milk,he did not covet

it as if the milk is going to tame

savagery.Therefore,i will escape the boy

said,weeping:My life is hidden in my mom's closet.I

will escape....and bear witness.

***

Muhammad

A poor angle with an arm reach of a cold blooded hunter.

From the hour when the cameras focused on the child's

lonely movements,in his own shadow,his conspicuous

face as dawn,and conspicuous heart as an apple,and his

conspicuous fingers as candle and whatever was above

his pants was conspicuous.His hunter(murderer)had the

option of re-thinking and saying:Let me leave him

until he learns to pronounce his Palestine

non-erroneously.Let me leave him now and kill him

whenever he become a maverick.

***

Muhammad

Small Jesus sleeps and dreams inside the heart of a

holy picture made out of brass.

Out of olive branch

Out of renewed people's spirit.

***

Muhammad

Surplus of blood more than what the prophets need.

Ascend to the final fame.

Oh Muhammad.


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