Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek
To A Jet Fighter - Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek
I have always dreamt of flying a plane
And travelling miles and miles away
And swiftly fly over the vast plain
Then back to earth with friends to play
I have once dreamt to climb to the sky
To collect the stars with barely hands
And make them a garland for my love
And bracelets round her softy arms
And there we would stay
And build a hut on the moon of clay
And there we would run and laugh
Run and laugh, Laugh and play
And send our kisses to everyone
In the sea or in the bay
I have once dreamt to fly with friends
Far away and have more fun
A football match on the moon
And spend the day in the shining sun
And have some rest in the afternoon
I have once dreamt to be a pilot
Travelling in the skies day and night
Happy with my dreams and full of delight
But alas I've dropped the idea of flight
YOU have once been my hero in the air
When I saw you flying high as a bird
When you go that height and disappear
In the farthest Northern Hemisphere
Then when I grew up I came to live the fear
That your jet was shelling my village everyday
With heavy bombarding and a hell of fire
So you were killing my race in such a way! ! !
When I hear your machine oozing high in the air
Then I'm certain you're there to eliminate my race
And destroy my land and set my folks on your fire
And displace the rest in every corner and space
So why did you kill my uncle and my father?
Why did you kill my nephew and my brother?
Did they rape any one of your sisters?
Or did they sleep with your mother?
Did they steal the sleep from your eyes?
Or did they harm any one of your boys?
Or did they trot with boots on your daughter's toys?
Or did they drink your little baby's milk?
So, why did you seize me my childhood joys?
All my joys?
Why did you shatter my hut with that flop?
A poor hut it was of mere mud and straw
That a piece of match could have done the job! !
Why did you kill my dog and break my bow?
Did you really know the men that you kill?
Or your work is to sweep whoever moves on the hill?
Is your work to smash all creatures on the sand?
Or it is to crush every moving object on my land?
The men you killed you even did not know! ! !
And the girls you shelled you never saw
You made their children's lose their joys
Though; they did not steal your children's toys
And my dog did not bark at your daughter! ! !
And my poor donkey did not spill on you water!
So why did you kill those folk
With whom you did never have a talk?
Darfur is my grandfathers' birth and place
We have made the history of this paradise
So we will remain on its sacred earth
And we will survive and win the race
And keep the history of our noble race
Despite your jets and despite your ugly face.
Dawadmi - Feb 2015
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