Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

On Man - Poem by Mahmoud Darwish

They gagged his mouth,
Bound his hands to the rock of the dead
And said: Murderer!
They took his food, clothes and banners,
Cast him into the condemned cell
And said: Thief!
They drove him away from every port,
Took his young sweetheart,
Then said: Refugee!

O you with bloodshot eyes and bloody hands,
Night is short-lived,
The detention room lasts not for ever,
Nor yet the links of chains.
Nero died, Rome did not:
With her very eyes she fights.
And seeds from a withered ear
With wheat shall fill the valley.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013

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