Friday, January 14, 2011

A Thick Stick

By: Ali Taha Alnobani
© 2011 by THE BIRD(

"I need something like bread
Famine killed my wife
And my lovely little Kid"
That’s what the man with unshaven face said
But the policeman's mad stick fell upon his head
When he fell down
He drew with his finger 
A unique picture
In soil
 A heap of skulls
Killed by foolish and dulls
"My child had come here to live
But his feed was a bullet
My child had come here to sing
But had nothing to ding
Greedy devils took every thing"
When man had come to earth
The sun was more beautiful
Rocks were mushy
Even the morning was washy
Birth was a wedding day with the land and trees
 Even death was another life between the moon and stars
There wasn’t any trick
Death was to unite with Mother Nature
And now
My child died under the police thick stick