Yarmouk
In Yarmouk people die
As they did in ages
(Fights of faiths)
They are of Palestine.
“Palestine? ”
One should ask “Damascus? ”
And then map
History, genocides
And for need taking sides
Self-killing; inter-fights
Flies thought…
In distant
History: “Abraham had two sons.”
“And who was Abraham? Where from? ”
Slip in his two wives
Hagar and, sister-wife “Beauty named Sara.”
She?
VIP of Palace?
And the cause of plaque?
“Why to lie? ” Pharaoh asked.
Siblings, for money; and their lives
(Possibly): had not said “We’re married.”
Same woman set mortar
And crushed and caused pain.
Then the Jews slandered everywhere
God cursed them,
The Romans, Babylon
Till Cyrus; then Esther
Then Madrid; in 1492
Then return…genocide; until now (forever?)
The Turkish Ministers in Tehran
Everyone’s black-shoed, all shining…and the hearts?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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