Girl Of The Train Poem by Abdulrhman Mohammed Ali Almwalad

In her hands
A sweet
And (a doll)
A whitish bear
And she loves people
As she loves sweet
And the land is in her eyes
The most beautiful planet
She sleeps
In wakeness
Attracted by dreams, and she wake up to play
The world got tired
And she didn't
The train went on
Without any care to children
Assassinating their hopes
And giving them hope in every station
He extracts ghosts to drink another
Twenty stations
Fifty stations
And the girl child doesn't know why going on started
She asked an ill old man
- Why is the terrifying silence?
And where shall we go?
- Take care of your sweet
When shall this permanent runner stop?
- When the doll wake up..!
The dreams of the child fell down in the ill old man's words
The fear puzzle woke up in her eyes
And the embarrassment wolves wandered attacking on the world love
A thousand station
Two thousands
And the child still only
A ghost
A girl child was next to it
Bearing a sweet
And a whitish bear
(a doll)
The world got tired
And the girl child did not
Asking a ghost
- What color is love?
So he sings:
My beloved in (Haarlem) 1
Blackish
Famished
And bared
They came
From Africa
From the color pain
In the bulls' chains
In the white people dictionary
Thieves and slaves
The world get t i r e d
And the girl child
Did n o t


By Abdulrhman Mohammed Ali Almwalad

Translation made by Mohammed A. Al-Kumaim