*******’S DREAM


Ayad Gharbawi



A helping hand waves in distant appeals
While realities projected by liars
Transpire in hatred waxed and refined
The conversationalists’ hollowness laughingly
Excused the wars individuals fight
While a ******* yells
To godless martyrs
Who preached of Gods
As the dwarfs compared themselves
To the beauties of loneliness
The hungry painted ships of adventure
In their mysterious journeys, they asked:
“Where are we to go?”
The woman was betrayed
By the quick-tongued lover
Her eyes chased different circumstances
Forgetting that circumstances change
Therein lies the equation of human beings
Humans who care not
While the dying one
Strums
Her brittle
Guitar
Made of tender wood
Where the hollow tunes soon died
Her voice squeaked in No-Man’s-Land
Her eyes, a sunset they revered
Her eyes that followed her lover’s path.
Somewhere in a dark distance
Eyes rigid and fixed
Even though the winds sway you with pain
Your Protectors are dead, I declare!
Your Protector is no more
Understand that;
And understand your enemy
The one within you
Then shall you feel so much more
For alone you walk in this life
You breathe in.