Let Us Exchange (A Message To The Nations At War) Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Let us exchange the fresh red roses,
Sweet smelling scents and perfumes,
And the restless palpitating hearts too.
Uproot the thorny weeds of disgust,
Spread arms, open the shut windows,
Of the locked rusty close minds.

A time to sweep the paths clean,
Picking up the thorns and stones,
Where upon our children will walk,
Bare feet, advancing to the heights,
In search of the brightening zones.

A time to throw the spacey cobras,
Into the waters of the deep seas,
To remove impending fatal fear,
That makes us all yellow or pale,
To wash blobs of the bitter past.

A time to present honey pure,
Instead of the poisoned cups of wine,
To repent in the remaining time,
On being puppets in the alien hands,
On wounding, perforating chests,
Bleeding no one but ourselves.