Atef Ayadi


American Taliban: Death - Poem by Atef Ayadi

I am not afraid of death.

death is a thought
formed and left
behind the walls of stillness.


I am not afraid either
from
life -

life is a beautiful game of
conditions,
the game evolves as much as my attitude, -

and some people nerves,
or being sacrificed like a lamb.

it is still a thought
and I have
a choice

to
consider it
or
leave it
bouncing
in the air.

My fear is a thought,
I welcome it,
acknowledge it, and
challenge it
whenever it blinks
or shines.

a warning is
warning

being ready
is always my art of living;

none
has long life
while others has short range destiny.


I won't
live and die
like

an enslaved
lamb
in a a black dark hole,
empty of choices

sheep
behind
fences, an insecure dog, and an ambitious shepherd,
paralyzed
by fear and thinking
like a lame.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 22, 2009


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