Poets Poem by Hamdi Al-Douri
Poets
TheThe scorpions sting,
The serpents bite.
Horrible men kill
And say they're right.
The wealthy make money,
By illegal skill;
The bees wring honey,
From plain and hill.
And poets make peace,
Their final end,
They sprinkle hope,
On foe and friend,
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Saturday, July 29, 2023
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