Behind the wall of alienation there is a sound raising with screaming brutal
Ringing the bell with loose rope in the waking memory and forgetful memory
Behind the alienations glass with whisper…..with tears this child heart will broken
Drowning in tears... In the words of stone... and the bitter cup
Alienation is the sneaking of the desire and falling into the hands as smokes threads
Alienation is when your heart became project for the training of the soldiers whose occupying the deserts of your poems
And alienation is that when you drink your tears in the thirst of the desert
Alienation is not in the farness or the nearness from homelands
Alienation is when the words are dying
In the middle of words
Abdel-Aziz Haider
Baghdad
2010
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