Mahmoud Said Kawash
2020 / 8 / 7
A CRY OF A FOREIGNER IN THE EXILE
No No, I am not there
No, I am not there anymore
I was there, now I am here
Here, in a revolting world
Sad, gloomy, senseless
Merciless and unloving
In a world drenched with frets
Sorrows and boredom
Choked by dullness, ample of monotony
Aimless and hopeless
With no beginning and no end
Strident with cries, lament and pain
Drenched with grief
Now I am here in a world of cries
A strange world
Feeding from the earth, kissing the pebbles
Spending long nights, playing my chords
Contemplating the moon
And barely closing my eyes
The nights of my foreignness are long
Heavy, killing the daylight
Filled with gloom, aimless, cursed
Cursing every grain of earth
Cursing stones, trees and people.
Mahmoud Said Kawash
Copenhagen
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