Secret Sword , by Abel-Ilah Sahafi

                                 To  Esrae Ghamgham

 

this eternal
                  monster
                                lives inside you

                                                        with

                                                                Cold-blood

                                           and the name

                                 of God

                            run
            the grinder
of blood.

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.