The Fall of the Soldier
By: Nadia Al- Ramahi
My vision has vanished,
By the shadow of the Gate,
It
has been scraped on my face,
As my generation's trait
I am
thirsty,
For the Freedom on the other side,
Bury me beneath
your feet,
Dig for me a hole in the sky...
How should I
address you as a soldier,
When you haven't fought a war,
Your
strength is lower than an animal,
And impossible to compare to
air,
My grandfather lived in prison,
Because of your
greed,
You held it so tightly
Within the palms of your
hands,
As he watched in disgust of thee,
Though he has
perished,
And, though he is gone,
Walk by his blood
You will
understand from then on,
But, still you hold the Water that I
crave,
You drip it selfishly,
Upon his grave,
You are
still thirsty,
For more than I can see,
Though, this is not
what you want,
What you want is me...
Sever my flesh,
As
you crack nature's face
My blood feeds your thirst...
The
hate that grows in each vein
Its flame glows in the
Abyss
of your eyes,
And your hands grip to the
Edge,
Fall within the Depths of your Deceit,...
My
blood feeds your thirst,...
Taste it, soldier, taste
it....
How it gushes out of me, smoothly
Into stones,
it turns,
scraping your throat,
Stab the sword into
me,
The Zam- Zam flows gently...