Tag Archives: Arabic Poetry

Elegy for Alaa Mashzoub

Blind assassins can’t erase your words, written in ink, can’t erase your message. Thirteen bullets and they think they have silenced you   but ink outlives blood, and paper weighs more than rock, and scissors, they can cut off your … Continue reading

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Rewrite All Our Wrongs

Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime.   The people hunger let them relax and eat figs let them enjoy peace and drink their tea … Continue reading

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Standing By The Ruins

Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime   instead of winter, write verses about laughing instead of crying, dancing instead of dying let them write … Continue reading

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Let Them Hold The Pen

Let them hold the pen children won’t lose their parents, parents their children and neither will lose their limbs neither will lose their country   the land where they’re born is where they’ll die of old age no more pages … Continue reading

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The Heart Of Babylon

You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading

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