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Fading flowers
Earthy beauty
Chaiotic momentum
Ravaging the heart
Missing the fragrance
Heartfelt teardrop
Pouring like a rain

Fading flowers
Waiting on the rain
With a gleeful joy
Playing with the birds
Singing and dancing
Chasing melancholy
Nothing more but happiness

by Jean C Bertrand
a southerly breeze
danced around the elm trees
teasing their leaves
A bow and arrow
I gave the God's hands
And red
I paint his hands and feet
No benches at school
Dad doesn't use pencils for
writing any more
The poets of my country are vanishing...
My mom never grows rice

...به دست های خدا تیر و کمان دادم
دست و پایش را قرمز می کنم
میز و صندلی مدرسه نداشته باشد
پدر دیگر با مداد نمی نویسد
...شاعرهای کشور من رو به انقراض اند
مادرم هیچوقت برنج نمی کارد
Everything emptying
Emotions burn still
Life twisted into a Rubicon drill
Things started fading

As a leaves deprived by sun to live
My sojourn end with no laurels
Instead silence stare at me
As ocean turns dry

Sand swallow my body
I saw my spirit traversing
Into a narrow way of glowing incense
Many adore the smoke in a round hut like goddess appeasement

The quest was full of hatred
As my body was stinking
And decaying on termites parvenu
My alluring body gives in to earth deceit

by Martin Ijir
 Jun 2017 Jamal Abboud
Bodowzski
A sudden realisation, revelation came to light.
The grass isn't greener on the other side.
He travelled across seas and desert sands.
If only he knew, he had been watering barren lands.
The seeds won't sprout and the roots won't sink.
Nothing he did, will ever amount to anything.
His boots were worn out, blisters and toes showing,
But he trudged, in the dark, sandstorms blowing.
Teary- eyed, sand granules rained fierce on his corneas.
Wandering blind, accompanied by his own fears.
Buzzing in his ears, he no longer hear what's dear,
But what's clear, he gave up on ideals and ideas.
Cause they are not real, mirage in the heat wave.
No corner that he felt safe, so he began to dig graves.
Hid in one, till he was found by a bedouin chieftain,
In that instant, he be doing fist feints,
Caught off guard in an unfamiliar fiefdom.
Like a ****** in the university of Princeton.
He didn't need assistance, but he definitely needed help.
Like a she-wolf, lost, and looking hard for its whelp.
Not soulless, just a soul lost, for many moon days.
With His saving grace, he prayed he will be soon saved.
 Jun 2017 Jamal Abboud
Bodowzski
Troopers invading peaceful nations, waving their country's flag.
We condemn these immoral actions, but we let these effects stack.
A thousand deaths today, no mathematical formula to predict tomorrow's.
We don't let our emotions sway, there's no way to understand their sorrow.

Shaking our heads in disagreement when we witness war on the news.
But that's all we do, then move on cause we can never walk in their shoes.
Our hands are shackled, noble notions suppressed by justified fear.
Hearts are clear, minds haggard, away from justice we steer.


Mothers standing at doorways, sons run the streets with AKs from fallen soldiers.
Fathers run the streets looking for their sons with AKs from fallen soldiers.
Mothers standing at the graves, of daughters who were bombed in their sleep.
They will stand at cemeteries filled with families and then it's vengeance that they seek.


Mortar shells decorated the cities, armies on killing sprees.
Citizens starving, and bullets filled their stomach brutally.
Children thirsty, had their fill from their mothers' lacrimal sac.
Scavengers scavenged on, survival riding on their backs.


I could protest purposely, anti-propaganda policies on picket signs.
I could rally a demonstration, but I know I will be the only one in line.
Jail journeys insufficient for the ****** and rotten, houses wrecked and families broken.
So don't blame me, cause my faith in us is lost, we are a lost cause, these monstrosities will never ever be forgotten.
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