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Ahmad Al Khatat

Our Sun


Our sun rises and we still cannot raise up

raised in poverty and realized that's a blessing

We taught to walk barefoot with a laughter face

We embraced our heartless enemies constantly

We adopted suicide risks, depressions, insomnia

to our sensitive spirit who we flooded with our tears

The shirtless man and his pregnant wife are

sleeping on the mud of the border hoping that

they will be able to across the country for a better

-future to their child, since our culture would do

nothing but name tags, and mislead the direction

of the peace that we spent years dreaming about

Our sun shares its glow with the moon in blues

Yet, we sleep in darkness as if the sky is the mirror

and we are the shattered stars in the eyes of the warrior.