Departure '82 - Poem by Saadi Youssef
all the rooms will be closed,
and beginning with the basement,
we will leave them
until we reach the guns
on the roof.
We will leave them too . . . like the rooms
and go on
to search in our blood
or in our maps
for new rooms.
Translated by Khaled Mattawa
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