MEKALH AGAMET Poems

Long gone are those days
When I knew no pride
I still had a land and a home
And a yard to play
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"See this man, strange and young
Despondent face disheartened soul
Poor lad came from far
To feel the breeze of beautiful Rome"
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So I thought…
With a little gut and a little push
A beautiful intention in the heart
I can face you in the eyes
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Your crispy voice echoed in despair
Agonized sigh filled the air
Your eyes in tears,
The shawl in the hair
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They glanced in horror…
all confused,
Bewildered face,
confused like a fool
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