homeless by Abdel-Ilah Sahafi

I am homeless And is bloody clod

But

Your heart

Is warm enough .

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Hybrid Death by Abdel-llah Sahafi

Tomorrow I’ll die,
And tomorrow the giants of Darkness will sew my shroud,
And they’ll get paid the price for their work in Cash.

Tomorrow I’ll die,
And tomorrow the second-hand of Big Ben will stop counting my wrinkles
aside from the myth of the homeland.

Tomorrow I’ll die,
And tomorrow the tribe will hit the intestate crematory introduced the wall.

Tomorrow I’ll die,
And tomorrow they won’t deploy the ash of my body on father’s fields
That was recommended by the love.

But I am sure tomorrow
My love also will come –
as well the comrades will come too
And they enclose my grave by pigment of memories
And they fill my mouth by the nectar of songs.