Treasure Island

Fatima Nusairat

(Jordan)

At The End Of Walkway


It's a pity not to pay attention
Of this darkness:
Here, 'Jasmine' drink the tears;
Did you smell sobbing perfume..? !
,
Here continues to grow thorns
And there are barefooted on the road..;
Did you loose your plow..? !
,
At the end of walkway..
Fates in wait
And there is a lot of oblations prepared..;
Did you prepare your oblation..? !
,
At your feet your bad luck
Will fall
The blast, which raises is a half-truth
So did you hear the sound of your heart..? !
,
In the groan of children..
Something that sends terror
There is Tombstones on this rubble;
Did you hear the dirt weep!
,
Glimmer of lights that flash at night..
Point to 'Carnival'.. fires;
Did you remember when the war begin..? !
;
It's a pity not to pay attention,
It's pity not to see all these details! !

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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