TALAL KASSAD (01/01/1985 / Syrian Arab Republic)

There I was, but there I’ll go again.
Towards an eastern land I make my way,
Wherefrom arose the sun-like beauty,
Wherein the sunshine used to be all day.
But something strange befell the globe.
The east became no longer east.
For, though at noon, the sun was hiding
And hid with it the gleam of hope.
On such a low if weighty land