Miracle of the Century

(Miracle of the Century)

The warplanes do not say this is a stone or a human!
This is a tree over there and this is an animal orbiting in its orbit!
The warplanes do not see the earth in colors!
Black, White, Gray,
This is the farthest they can see us with,
Death in all its colors!
The warplanes say arrogantly and proudly:
These are the last pawns, the last remaining guards
Another step on the chessboard and the Shah falls,
The planes have been knocking the face of the city for eleven months!
distributing their hatred to us equally!

(Miracle of the Century)
With every other shell, another guard would wake up from his sleep,
with every other demolition and bombardment, other castles would be freed from their captivity,
Where it became, a Shah, a minister, an elephant, a horse,
a castle, a soldier! And the world!
Everyone is now at the table!
(Miracle of the Century)
For the world to wake up from its slumber, for political propaganda to collapse, and for the truth to be spread!
What is the truth?
It’s all the things that happen but aren’t broadcast
You’ll never find them in the news
What is broadcast then?
Everything that happens except the truth, or is it political propaganda!
The miracle of the century, that the world unites with one voice!
Free Free Palestine!

I survived by chance!
And survival in a place where death abounds is a (false) height!
I descend shamefully from my height as the buildings fell from their height!
The rubble is piled up from the explosion,
There the earth swallowed it,
And here it has become trampled after it was the sky.
I walk in the streets with the lightness of angels
So as not to wake the martyrs from their nap,
I count the names and memories,
The dreams and laughter,
I count everything except the last hour, I keep it open like a range!
The wound is heavy and the voice of blood is loud and expensive.
,
“We are all water in the sea”
Darwish says in the immortal epic
And I walk behind him,
I hate all colors,
What the heart loves and what it hates.