DAMAGE

THE WORLD MIRROR / SHAKE HEARTS
18.9.2017

 

Because of
The high buildings
The low buildings
The tents
The one room houses
And the too many rancor
I have damaged my eyes
Looking through those windows

…..

The trains go
The cars
And the vehicles loaded with fruits and prisoners…
I lived like an old hawk
Hungry
Derelict
Absent-minded
A prisoner of my small prey

…..

I thought I will fight
Then I thought my enemy died
Of long waiting

….

I damaged my eyes
Just to see what had been lost
And demised
I was outstretching my sight
Like a needy hands

 

Poem Aref Hamza (Like a needy hands, 2007. Written in 2002). 
Translation from Arabic Shurouk Hammoud, 2017. 

Shake hearts column publishes poetry in three languages. 
Drawing Raed Zeno.