Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
My eyes welled up
For a child who stumbled
And nibbled at the dust
Who interpreted his dreams
Dreaming of a nest in the Valley of the Kings
Who would be pleased
To rejoice at the chirping of birds
Or the singing of ants
He heard nothing but planes flying
Launching missiles
Followed by a howling cry
Calling on us weakly for his aid
Calling on us, his aid diminished
His pain even with his rising
To bring food for his family
In his darkness, oppressed
He suffered from oppression
Oh jailer, did you break his prison
With words that neither enriched nor satiated his hunger?
The hungry died
In a people who lived satiated
And the balance of life was disturbed
Some stood asleep
And others were blinded by the likeness of a butterfly and ostrich feathers
And the ghosts of haughtiness
Like a pumpkin, Dhul-Nun flatters
Climbs a gourd
Then like chaff, he staggers
Rescue no one
But rejoices
In the tragedy of death The reformer
Thank you, human conscience
fall..
In my blindness, the brilliance of silk, I have fun.
Nageh Ahmed Egypt
O oppressor!
It is enough for you that your name is unjust.
O you who torment us with slander.
Suppose that by your actions a scholar has brought down upon us how many wraths.
A child eats sand.
Do you think yourself peaceful?
Or that you are the god of the world.
Or even a safe angel.
For every flaw in you, you commit a crime.
And people are eaten by the ashes.
O criminal by nature.
Return from our weak ones.
Ignorance inhabits the nations through you.
And misfortunes herald your end.
From the pain you cause us.
They gave you more than your reality.
They gave you a statue of bone.
And they dressed you in the decrees of wrath.
To be a misery for the wilderness, O idol.
We will not worship idols. We will not worship idols.
Even if they flow from the womb of generosity.
We will not surrender to your war.
You see the judgment upon souls.
You swore that you would not fulfill your oath.
You will not be just between people, O adversary.
You fought a fierce war.
A deserted devil, not a poor man.
In your land, he enjoys.
And death is a conquest at your hands.
The sword is the fate of a poet like a pen.
With the letter The speaker raises his voice.
Oh, truth, where are you? You are absent.
Justice is too heavy for the tongue to speak.
And the opinion is in a line in the sea.
He drowned, and we drowned with him. We stutter.
War has spread destruction.
And the universe screams:
You are a criminal.
Nageh Ahmed Egypt
