The Wind Poem by Mohamed Mahou

Why do I have one tongue?
Why do I have one face?
Why do I have one name?
Why do I have one place?
I want to be like the wind.
Pluck my words out of the air
Coming from no place
And following no trace
Crossing the oceans
Blowing away my bleeding letters
To every beast and every angel
Mixing the sands of the desert
And the screams of my ancestors
Whispering the voice of Tihya in every ear
Being proud, being with no border
An invisible face with several names
Like north-easterly or south-westerly winds
I keep cursing some faces and blessing others
Brining moisture from the seas
To hard hearts of the south
I want to be like the wind.
Why do I have one tongue?
Why do I have one face?
Why do I have one name?
Why do I have one place?