Pain Rose Up
from beneath my
doorstep.
It spread its
sails in my heart,
and blocked my
gates.
O tear of the
lamb lost from the flock,
you still saw at
the ropes of weeping
and are lost.
You still go
against the grain;
joy isn’t within
you.
When, in the
slave market,
you’re caught
and sold,
you pull at my
stirrups.
We were sold
by an
extraordinary person.
He encircled our
necks
with snares and
sex,
so we wouldn’t
understand
the unraveling
of the issue and feel
that the distant
one… is a sadist.
O Homeland, my
provisions,
the slave
traders, the pimps,
the voyeurs, the
deceitfully bearded ones,
have multiplied
against you.
The clever ones,
the clowns,
the bohemians
have multiplied against you,
and the king is
cowering.
The enemies have
multiplied against you
An Old Man, A Girl, A Boy
He used to lean
on the shadow, to get by,
And shove
against the bleeding walls of the heart
Countless
bushels of the soul’s glow.
Come out…..
Reach your hands
into the picture and bring it out,
I had it resting
on the shelf until it faded.
Surrender……
These coming
days
Will never equal
those that have passed.
Seek out the
hardship………
In the eyes of
those who died but are still living,
The world’s
haze…..
Never had a
refuge.
The world’s
haze…..
A glass display
case.
Hop in the
fields of the soul..
and take your
time,
By the throat,
you’ll find dear ones.
Your mother and
father…….
Your sister and
brother………
And the people
you once loved…
Killed you.
And the girl you
stole
From the boy’s
heart and seduced,
One day….. took
off her clothes for you
And you threw
her with arrows of lust, and it brought out
Butterflies of
colors from the pupil of your eye,
You won’t
condemn them.
They will dwell
in the cracks of fear within you..
and you will
protect them.
And the boy…..
The boy you drew
on the walls of the house
…birds
Won’t fly away
He will race…
Within the
spring of life
But you..
Were better
Within the book
of legends
ABDEL LATIF MOUBARAK
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