| Saturday, 05 June 2021 | Print
Mashuk Ibn Anish
Palestine my Palestine
Now, It’s not the time to be silent,
Let spit on them for the sake of those impendence dying eyes,
the Israeli child killer-soldiers who look like human beings.
Let the eyes of my innocent orphans bear witness that,
I did not succumb to fear,
I have accepted death as a mores of rights.
Now, It’s not the time to be silent,
I will raise my voice in front of the Israeli killers
in this war between hyenas and humans.
One day people will snatch the victory.
The huckster of humanity
Like the sex worker by a hired bouncer.
The worst bastards than prostitutes sit in the dark more than the blind and talk about light!
Will piss on standing on every page of your fabricated theories by
the Palestine child-warriors
,
Looking forward to that day.
Are you still silent dear, Mashuk?
A poor orphan poet for the position and title!
Wake up: I’m calling you Gunter Grass, don’t be silent,
Protest like Bilal Habashi
not for falling under the crushing of Abu Jahl
for the establishment of truth.
Translated by Faruk Ahmed Roni
Copyright:@Mashuk Ibn Anish
Posted 10:39 pm | Saturday, 05 June 2021
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