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اقرأ في العدد الجديد ( عدد يناير ٢٠٢٣ ) من جريدة صوت بلادي
Deepened in The Soul
Elham Issa/Syria
.Stars fall asleep
On your foothills ,
The idols are crashing.
At the thresholds of your boundaries.
Savage Those Roads,
Oh, my country.
Painful are your Wounds.
The vacuum and space are like Christ in dark night.
And fire shadows,
Crucified on the plumes of the cries
I was walking...
To follow silence's steps.
Legs and hands hurt.
Moan of Mountain is here and other of the Hill is There .
.
The Antichrist came... Behind him...
Wild Earth Monsters,
They came in the name of freedom ,
In the name of heavenly power..
In the name of religions...
They're just evil noise,
Slaughter people on identity
Alas, Acrobatic logos...
.
Arm here. Liver over there.
Whoever sucks how to trade in human organs
The tree is burned in the name of figs and olives Monuments exploded as they pagan not historical.
Hey, you religions dealers
You distorted history.
What a stain of shame on humanity's forehead
You will rise from the rubble of the impossible,
The terror which planted on the roads
And we burst bisexual guffaws ,
Cut wild wolf claws
Hey...
The unity of my country lives between the Suns.
He sings for freedom...
And when the water comes
The ship of letters will be in balance,
Embedded in our forgotten memory.
Our dignity harbours to the altar of freedom.
Oh Virgin Mary,
Not protect us, but our
alphabet.
And forever, your letters remain pure.
