Lyrics of Life

 Comrade poets!  We're in a new world  What's past is dead, who writes a poem  In the age of wind and the atom  Creates prophets!  O...

If I must die,  you must live  to tell my story  to sell my things  to buy a piece of cloth  and some strings,  (make it white with a long t...

A man wailing is not a dancing bear —Aimé Césaire There’s death in the eyes of this newborn. I heard the baby complain about a treacherous ...

“I wish children didn’t die.  I wish they would be temporarily elevated to the skies until the war ends.  Then they would return home safe, ...

Wiped out by every wind over Gaza, we are scattered on this earth, footsteps in the desert. We do not, or cannot, know when and how to retur...

"Gentlemen, you have transformed our country into a graveyard You have planted bullets in our heads, and organized massacres Gentlemen,...

We love what we have, no matter how little, because if we don’t, everything will be gone. If we don’t we will no longer exist, since there w...

I lived in a country called Song: Countless singing women made me a citizen, and musicians from the four corners composed cities for me wit...

1. I grant you refuge in invocation and prayer. I bless the neighborhood and the minaret to guard them from the rocket from the moment it is...

A poet sits in a coffee shop, writing. The old lady thinks he is writing a letter to his mother, the young woman thinks he is writing a lett...

Oh rascal children of gaza, You who constantly disturbed me  with your screams under my window, You who filled every morning  with rush and ...

As you prepare your breakfast, think of others (do not forget the pigeon’s food). As you conduct your wars, think of others (do not forget t...

You’re beautiful like a liberated homeland I’m exhausted like a colonized one. You’re sad as a forsaken person, fighting on I’m agitated as ...

If You are One And Your teachings are one, Why did You engrave our infancy in the tablets of the Torah, And ornament our youth with the Gosp...

There is a sweet music, but its sweetness fails to console you. This is what the days have taught you: in every long war there is a soldier,...

Dark Egyptian hands that know how to characterize Reach out through the roar to destroy the frames The creative youth came out and turned au...

I am a Syrian. Exiled, in and out of my homeland, and on knife blades with swollen feet I walk. I am a Syrian: Shiite, Druze, Kurd, Christia...

PRISON Man said: blessed are the birds in their cages for they, at least, know the limits of their prisons. SILENCE Silence said: truth need...

Remember the toddler lying face down on the sand, and the waves gently receding from his body as if a forgotten dream? My poem will not turn...

In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls, I walk from one epoch to another without a memory to guide me. The prophets over there ...