The story of Sinuhe
And he stands there like water
“Ur” in Assyrian; Gilgamesh
His mother’s wine, Luther.
He, colleague first
Became friend
Brother and
Teacher.
He punched the opposition
To defend me, and now
I have lost him as
The fog in sun.
He lost Joseph
His brother
Doctor
Life, I hate you
As fire hates water.
He told me of Sinuhe
He told me
A lot about the past
Ours
Syria and Iraq and Iran, to Egypt
This book I read hurts feelings
Limbo; ‘yes and no’
Sinuhe was, but was not
The one I learned from…
People of the area
Open eye; we are one
All of us, and worldwide
Middle East is the Mom
To the world
Her babies be proud and unite…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem