A Peace Of Code Poem by Atef Ayadi

A child is brushing
Potatoes.

A cloud of potatoes is
Surrounding him from all
Sides.

He was asked to do so.
the reason is simple:
It is his job!
He gets paid for doing that!

With each finished potato.
A Drop of sweat
Falls down
With each shredded skin
That bounces on the floor;
His childish fights evaporate
And disappears.

But
He is a child;
A child is always
A wise dreamer;
And a strong fighter;
He will conquer his
Childish fear;
He will learn
That
Patience
Does not come from fear,
But from playing with the cloud.