Unexpressed Cries Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

(Written on the deaths of infants when Israel attacked Palestine)

O! I came into your world
Not with my own will
I was sent here by God
From the better calm world
Or dragged by my parents
To realize their dreams.

The strangers’ arms rock me,
Who sings lullaby to put me asleep
Where are my own dad and mom?
They do not kiss my cheeks
Who are these who weep,
And dropp warm tears on my forehead
Free of wrinkles?

What are the sounds,
That I have been hearing,
Since birth,
No more than a month ago?

What tingles my tiny eyes?
What torments my little nose?
I see darkness dancing,
And listen to wailings all around.
Is there any one to tell me,
What is going on in the world?
I am too little to know
The roots of clashes;
I only hear grumble growl
Of flying birds of iron
And then:
Boom boom boom… Bang bang bang…
Tut tut tut…shew shew shew…

Lo! What comes with a streak
Of a horrible spurtion,
Perhaps a flying adder,
Ah tut….