Istabraq Al Ahmadi Poems

And no War can Kill me.
I am the marshes and the reed houses of the south
I am the migratory birds dancing in circles
Around the sun that embraces the marshes
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Whenever I gaze at the candlelight
in a silent room at midnight,
with its flickering flame float
my thoughts that freely over rupture gloat.
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Leaving home behind
against one's will
is no thing but leaving
one's own self
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My oars are broken, and the tide is high.
And the journey is long, and far is the shore.
In the sea's winding corridors I lost my cry.
Like a lion, the waves madly roar
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YOU wrote, long ago, of children crying
Today, I write of children dying
Like little linnets, a storm swallows their nest,
And the autumnal leaves among which to rest,
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We are the followers of Yazid.
They are the followers of Abu Lu'lu'ah.
we are the murderers of Hussein.
They are the traitors of Hussein.
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We are the leaves
Of the same tree.
Tied to the same root
And the same force
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Remember whenever you pray at night
Millions chewing rocks as bread,
Walking on the bridge of the wounds,
Wearing their skin and dying with dignity.
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