Camping
Imagine some camping
In your bag you sleep
The night’s cool starry
Dark Sky with comets
Many lines run shining
At the dawn’s twilight
Chirps the bird nearby
As it was in childhood
You roll and open eye
And close so the mom
Kisses you. You recall:
Caresses and then toss
Oh dreams are so nice.
With clouds, sun is lost
Everything goes around
Rain, shower, it is mud
Confused; you’re stuck
Like trees in the desert
You having a nightmare.
Now think of Olympics
Refuge-life in the camp
Iraqi, Syrian and Darfur
In ghettos forced to live
In thousands Jew; Black
And owners of the land
In here North and South
A father-son Shatila-life,
I’m ashamed of all these
This human let me leave.
I’m leaving, divorce-bye…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem