Houssam Mokhtari Poems

Sheathe your swords
Palestenians are not beasts
And read these words
Help us Allah Oh middle east!
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When I was walking downtown
I have seen a man swaying
He came and stepped on the lawn
Tell me please: not my uncle
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A little poor boy of thirteen years old
in the street of a winter weather cold
Asking people hither and thither
For a piece of bread to feed her
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J’ai mal entendu ce que la vie a dit
Elle m’a éveillé de mon sommeil
Comme brulent les rayons du soleil
Et comme volent les fleurs du pissenlit
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Je t'écrie ces quelques lettres
Pour ne pas te laisser seule
La mélancolie qui naitre
Et perturbe les esprits fidèles
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You keep drinking so far
Carrying your death in a cup
careless about your welfare
I'm advising you to stand up
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I was wondering
Whether it is difficult
When laughing, smiling
It costs only risen cheeks
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When the bell clangs
And the door hits your days
When your lungs
Stop breathing the air
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Me molesta este dìa
Cuando has propusado
Que tù y yo
Jugamos el escondite
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Feelin' sad and fed up
Pen it down and relax
Losin' control: you chap
Pen it down with your wax
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