Poor Our Hearts ....... ( Part 3 ) By Aisha Razem


(Part 3)
Our wealth is the sucking big mouth
To tear the poor's bodies dugs!
Stepping on their chests
Staffing proudly
Like a marshal walks on old tureen rugs
We pull our surface and depth
Out of their blooming health
Destroying their secret natural wealth
Accusing them by all kinds of crimes!!
We kill their innocence
for the sake of gifting death
rewarding the nature by
warming the earth !!!!
We segregate them in our speeches
Articles
Media
And even our heaven's prayers
In churches
In mosques
In synagogues
in worshipping domes
Accusing them by all kinds of crimes!!
Until it reached our rhymes !!!
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Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2008-02-19 at 12:12

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