OF LOVEBIRDS
Lovebirds forever,
Holding hands
Embracing lands
Chanting our grief in bands
Shall time heal all wounds?
A true story
Of me; the people
And the ineffable …; the nation!
LOVEBIRDS:
The poor,
Mountains,
And vast plains,
Count all the country’s mines
Woods and seas,
Many oceans, may I deem!
Yet, ‘share’ is detained,
Made verbless,
And non-action,
It is ‘not yet’!
…
Oh leech,
It is no longer a wet mind
To suck our thoughts.
It is no longer a wet place
To suck our blood.
It is no longer a dry dream
To suck our ambitions.
It is a true story
Of me; the people
And the ineffable …; the nation!
A story OF LOVEBIRDS:
Chafii Hamza
Rabat, 20.12.2015
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