The Spectacle Of Death Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

On the burning sand of the desert,
A spectacle of the race of camels
Has become an entertainment.
The camels of rare genus will run
According to will of the owners,
And after that the decision of their fate,
In the form of death or life
Will be made with their triumph or trounce;
But the babies that hang down
The necks of the camels are pretty ones,
Their cries will infuse speediness
In the feet of the camels, and on the way
They will sleep in the mouth of death.

The people who sleep in the air conditioned rooms,
In the burning sand of the desert,
That underneath the soil have the wealth of oil,
Those who are owners of the mines of gold,
And isles that flicker
Like stars in the Arabian Desert,
They will applaud the camels,
Intoxicated, on their speediness.
On the other hand, they will wait for the cords
To be cut, from necks of the camels,
Just a little below from the sky,
But no one knows for how long hungry vultures,
Have been hovering over, waiting to relish
The human flesh of the innocent infants.

Written by Ronaq Hayyat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar