By Rachid Khouya
By Rachid Khouya
Morocco World News
Smara, Morocco, February 8, 2013
Souls leave bodies and bloodshed doesn’t cease…
citizens leave their countries and fish leaves the seas,
the land gives birth just to sand and stones,
people’s minds are full of bombs,
animals are born from mother’s wombs,
houses and schools tunred into tombs,
babies are born brainless,blind,aimless and dumb,
Is this the promised land?
Love, peace and goodness are hard to find,
The homes are no longer homes,
roads do no longer lead to Rome…
lost,meaningless we feel on the raod of fools,
Godot has not and will never come…
what are we waiting for on this weird place…
from far i hear the drums of war,
peace suicided as well as rest,
birds are scared, they left their nests,
The eggs are broken before the feast,
instead of chickens, we got beast..
where to head? everywhere is the beast
East, west, the grave is best…
