The Caravan Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

The caravan
Abdel aziz alhaider

let the days gone where they want
my Staying in the desert of Najed not more than effort
get away dark clouds...! or apart as rain....!
Do not stay so stuck on my chest
and you the sun
that is trying to laughter in vain
you Will not stay... and there will be a sunset..... moments to your death... I will laugh of you and repeat the game with you to the end
and you the withered cup under this inhumane
frost
And you fragrant divine rose
That the noses deprive from you
In a desert without a nose
get away... dark spots in the face of pampered child of planets
the boiler of the septic
O days of the black swamp
Boiling with corpses and growth with biting of limbs of Childhood
and crushing the Buttons of roses
Uh, where you did not saw any day of the beautiful creation
and did not taste the childhood in your barren empty sides
lands......that God blinded them, when they did not witness his dayspring presence
and deafened them when they did not hearing to his prayers, which filled the directions,
uh rusty.... oily.... country which pour on empty
days
And the screaming on the extents of periods
Leave ... once at least . coincidence .... these plastic hands
to listen to the calls of life under the pink veins
Allow…to the rose….for one time to grow
And give me all your prickles

uh a country rusted in its borders …..corrode by acids of the hate
And the ignorance vomiting .... and the Cook's of priests
The rebounds of the plastic ball
Game of inlaid chairs
Game of gold wings
the falcons winged game
uh … Najed….uh
uh country of eternal sunset