Poem title :    It is war
By Aziz Mountassir

                                                   

Waiting for herself

In destruction

In harvesting prematurely

Burning the fruits

In the overheating sky

With smoke

On the closed window

On the deserted door

And sand

Like the ear, knocks

Pallor and twigs

Celebrating throttle breaths

On blood-tainted stars

A pure criminal on a family

On peace

In their zooming

Going and not seeing


Her dreams

Shelling in turns,

and the darkness

dance in the huts of light

In Opera Safety

The human crawls on to the hills

Of dust

Planted in the eye of time,

Tears

And, they steal the mellow cast


Do not look for water

To wash the forehead of orphans

And the thirst of time

I am not the one who cries

It is the fragrance of peace

Freaked out

From the shadows of life

From the date of covenants

From the books of religions


The human screams

Calls

Without nobility

Storms storms

And clouds

In front of a deep farewell

The lamp was there

We were young

The world was small

For the light of souls


my village

my city

I drew letters from a fire

And Odette dried up

The banks were built

Central corridors

Of fragments of destruction

And the lost form

Love and house

Between generations

And countries

Between joys of existence

And grueling ages