The strangers retracted
Kneeled on the floor
with eminence manhood waiting the sunrise
for tomorrow !!
and tumbled with sorrow
but the iron curtains were
Covering her chest
before her
deep
sleep
deep sleep
The long life became short and so little!
After playing harsh on the hill!
The winds and birds have settled....!
The little town put her arms on sheets and ruffle!
The mother put the milk in the kettle!
Telling a story
(The broken wings of devil)
The house on Jerusalem mountain
Begun to hear cries of the prayers bells!
And the sudden heavy boot's knocking
Shacked the house
Dumped
the hot fresh milk
flooded
Spelled
Spread
The soldiers triggered
a very hot bubbles
and the house became soon
so dusky !!
While some thing was rolling in quake
Slippery walls
Under warning soul's siren
Slicked the hearts
in the redolent mother's hands !!
bricks from fallen down ceiling
Flocked on the children's blanket's
Rumbled the silence!!
brought all severe frost
And girdled the house by black choughs
******* !
Boys thought it was a rolling barrel
They laughed and looked at the soldiers
They always see all time in streets
And the armed tunnel!!
Strangers overtaken the mother's veil
In calm nerves in dreads!!
The strangers saw unprecedented
mother's rosary beads
they saw the Smiles on the children's faces
And saw a delicious pottery jar of meads
they looked at the heavy color in her eyes
when she said :
Glory to God and praised the lord!!
Without screaming or trying to hold
the strangers necks by her fold
The strangers retracted
Kneeled on the floor
with eminence manhood waiting the sunrise
for tomorrow !!
and tumbled with sorrow
but the iron curtains were
Covering her chest
before her
deep
sleep
Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2008-02-28 at 06:47
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