Nests Of Death Poem by Rafik Romdhani
Nests Of Death
Scarves that death rides
After abrupt mission and flies
Scarves as green as tomato
Plants which fairy fingers grow
And tuck deep in earth in one go
Just to harvest some months later
Under the same circumstances
Of whipping wind, of poverty fiend
Scarves: shields of war for bread
Now turn into nests for death
But take with them every sigh
The soul whispered to the head!
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