God
I have no more energy for new shocks to come
Only forgetfulness and serenity
And I am this man heavy with a past full of failure and loss.
(5)
My mouth is the gate of evil .. no
My blood is the axis of evil .. no
It’s my language , It’s my language
My credit of love is an exhausted memory
My hand is a pencil.. no
My hand is a paper
(4)
I committed plenty of words
I loved too
I screwed up, I screwed up, I screwed up
And my language scattered between breasts that I don’t desire
What is love then?
Let it go and it is gone.
(3)
I said a rude sentence
My head was heavy and I was hallucinating
So, my dad stood up
Whipped me 80 times
Then he handed me the glass.
…………
(2)
My father
If you find two girls sneaking a sin at our neighbor’s house
Indifference,
My father stood and whipped me 80 times
And he screamed a lot at me
Then, when he sat down
He said to me:
No, they are three
(1)
Born sad
As the midwife said
And in my lips a wilted smile
They drank milk, wine and prayed
And they prepared the tribe.
God
I have no more energy for new shocks to come
Only forgetfulness and serenity
And I am this man heavy with a past full of failure and loss.
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Arabic poetry , Axis of Evil poem by Abdulla Al Salem
Translated by : Bloomsbury Qatar
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