The people of Palestine......... Oh slogan of shame, you must resign. You are no longer a title and a guide to poetry. You no longer have free pens, nor a mind to water from Salsabila. You have drowned in the waist and eyes of the brown. The dignity of a penny, in the warehouse you have removed, and with the penny I have bought red pens, and the wine reflector is cooing, and in the dance bars you have made a lifetime. And I spoke on my chest, and on my chest, and on my wick, and on the cheeks of roses. I poured out wine and became intoxicated with the scent of perfume, and they beautified, and I left peoples, and I cursed with embers on the roads, gathering the dead and the children of death, overwhelming it. There was no longer a mother until they mourned and forgot a cause purer than pearls. The people of Palestine, Al-Aqsa, and Hebron, and the displacement of its people from air to land, and blood flowing like a river on the land. Lebanon is one of the incubators of the Arabs, and Syria is conspiring with its fellow literary writers to make money, evil, and humiliation of the hero’s soul. There is no leader of a word of truth. Fifty-three countries gathered until our missile in the Galilee heard our neighing............. ............. With my pen... Yusha Ali Ismail, a scholar and poet.
