Ποίημα του Nageh Ahmed (Egypt)

 

O oppressor!

It is enough for you that your name is unjust.

O you who torment us with slander.

Suppose that by your actions a scholar has brought down upon us how many wraths.

A child eats sand.

Do you think yourself peaceful?

Or that you are the god of the world.

Or even a safe angel.

For every flaw in you, you commit a crime.

And people are eaten by the ashes.

O criminal by nature.

Return from our weak ones.

Ignorance inhabits the nations through you.

And misfortunes herald your end.

From the pain you cause us.

They gave you more than your reality.

They gave you a statue of bone.

And they dressed you in the decrees of wrath.

To be a misery for the wilderness, O idol.

We will not worship idols. We will not worship idols.

Even if they flow from the womb of generosity.

We will not surrender to your war.

You see the judgment upon souls.

You swore that you would not fulfill your oath.

You will not be just between people, O adversary.

You fought a fierce war.

A deserted devil, not a poor man.

In your land, he enjoys.

And death is a conquest at your hands.

The sword is the fate of a poet like a pen.

With the letter The speaker raises his voice.

Oh, truth, where are you? You are absent.

Justice is too heavy for the tongue to speak.

And the opinion is in a line in the sea.

He drowned, and we drowned with him. We stutter.

War has spread destruction.

And the universe screams:

 You are a criminal.

Nageh Ahmed

Egypt