Khaloud AlMuttalibi Poems

Digging deadly trenches
Preparing for a long war
Wars are forlorn
As wretched as they are
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To my city, Amara, the city of the marshes
Slumbering rafts without a pulse
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As usual my evening is pale
What do I have to do to get rid of the boredom in my room
The dreams are leaving me
There is nothing apart from disabled friends
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O home whom the farmers turn to
Those who plant crops
In the ridges of the soil
And give away bread to the poor
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