When I have my coffee, evaporating
what remain of sleep's fathomless hours,
and have done these few translations
with sure awakened eyes and mind
that is itself, and go over to witness
what the politicians refuse to see,
the ongoing genocides, how many more
dead in fallen Ardamta, on the gates
of El Geneina, how many dead
in besieged Gaza Strip, in occupied
East Jerusalem, West Bank and
Lebanon? Hundreds, and politicians
ban marches, organizations and
sentences that cry out for liberation.
Our ulers only fit for solitary
confinement, for life, in some
prison lacking windows.
08.11.2023
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