عبدالباسط الشميري
18/09/2009, 04:07 AM
The Onion Seller
&
The Worshipper Of
Dates
No sweet without sweat
The Onion Seller changes
His mind,
Getting bad ,and
With dirty style
At time, of the curse dancing course
As he used to sing so slowly song
His poor devil appear ..
Over his face!
Then , the Seller crying.. for death
With whom we always give the bones.
But !!
There is, a serious words come up
Up or down, near or far on time
It becomes a flame … fire our hearts
When in air ,
The Worshipper Of Dates
Declare the war against his fingers
O , My God !?
Stupid little king !
He burned the only palm soon
The two chained swords ( too ) then
Become unused thing
More than before
It's the time we have to know,
Come along !
And run fast …right now
You and I must sweeper the dust
Not by hands !
Nor by legs
It's the time we use the guns
The close gate over there
The bodyguards of Arab leaders bed
We are ,the opener men
That wait…
Wait no more and face the fate
Nick or nothing !?
It should be asked of all
There's no need to shout
Or to weep
Just , take my hand
And still keep
There's nothing to worry about
Let's gain the best prize done
For those whose souls borrowed before
To get it back
By God's grace
For all that,
And the heavy rain
I will never stay nor back again
WRITTEN
BY
YOUR BROTHER
THE POET \ ABDULLBASET ABDO ALI RAFEA
&
The Worshipper Of
Dates
No sweet without sweat
The Onion Seller changes
His mind,
Getting bad ,and
With dirty style
At time, of the curse dancing course
As he used to sing so slowly song
His poor devil appear ..
Over his face!
Then , the Seller crying.. for death
With whom we always give the bones.
But !!
There is, a serious words come up
Up or down, near or far on time
It becomes a flame … fire our hearts
When in air ,
The Worshipper Of Dates
Declare the war against his fingers
O , My God !?
Stupid little king !
He burned the only palm soon
The two chained swords ( too ) then
Become unused thing
More than before
It's the time we have to know,
Come along !
And run fast …right now
You and I must sweeper the dust
Not by hands !
Nor by legs
It's the time we use the guns
The close gate over there
The bodyguards of Arab leaders bed
We are ,the opener men
That wait…
Wait no more and face the fate
Nick or nothing !?
It should be asked of all
There's no need to shout
Or to weep
Just , take my hand
And still keep
There's nothing to worry about
Let's gain the best prize done
For those whose souls borrowed before
To get it back
By God's grace
For all that,
And the heavy rain
I will never stay nor back again
WRITTEN
BY
YOUR BROTHER
THE POET \ ABDULLBASET ABDO ALI RAFEA