Poem by Ahmed Miqdad

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Blood and Flour

“The starvation chases what remains from my flesh

The bullets penetrate my delicate bones

And my blood is mixed with  the flour

to draw the image of  the  beautiful horizon.

I’m thrown on the beach

Near the bag of the flour

For my hungry children

The sand of the beach is chilling

The injured body is bleeding And shivering 

And the waves of the sea are orchestrating the symphony of my death.

The monstrous soldiers are laughing inside their tanks and cheering their bloody cups.

While my children are deadly starving and 

awaiting for the promised bread

I barely hear Someone far was saying, 


Neither their father nor the flour has returned home”.

To all brothers and sisters

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