A Nation’s Tale by Hamza Chafii (Afanour)

A Nation’s Tale

I can’t hear your words in rain,

I can’t spot your cries in pain.

Wasn’t it you who said a great thing

Your followers and rivals believed in?

The days you were amongst us were but many

During which you kept voicing the truth to any.

Doesn’t the flower you once planted need water,

The populace you sacrificed your life for should cater.

I can hear many devoiced voices now, where is yours?

I can spot many orphaned cries now, where’s yours?

Only rain and pain

And

Pain flows as rain.

What if I ate all the tasty olive oil you praised?

What if I kept it in a Berber jar for a decade?

For the subalternity you went through when alive

And for the silencedness of the un-dead when in life,

The nation still has something to tell,

The lands you once respired shall bell,

The silenced should one day emerge,

The pain and the rain shall not converge.

All I know is that you will become a nation’s tale

 That little children narrate better than mothers in jail.

Why did you speak the truth, aloud …?

And face tyranny feeling proud …

Struggling alone, watched by the crowd!

Died alone, buried by that crowd!

The populace is now lamenting over such a loss:

“Fear…Pain! Tyrannize! Restart to be our boss!”

Hamza Chafii

22.11.2014

Afanour / Tinghir

I'm reading: A Nation’s Tale by Hamza Chafii (Afanour)

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