Sunny desert
Creative sand that draws footprints
Joking snakes that wait for bloodless preys
Lifeless men shot to death
Sandy-bluish water calling for heat
Because troops respects not her life
Though she always cajole life to love the desert
Some Arabs praying it away
Nothing I gained
Nothing we gained
Just- the world loss major arteries
And minor veins
Without pains?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem