may bag and my stuff //Shortcake: Syed Yusuf Morsi

My bag and my stuff //Shortcake: Syed Yusuf Morsi 10 |
My bag and my stuff All the things on my shoulder The arrest empty hand Over my head, my humanity Goff my heart and Islamic religion Aropti was in my hands She was afraid to leave and forget In the paths of the streets of the cities At the border at the first port Aleghana The question came to me I did not want It was a surprise to me as a human being We got the stick Acharmut sting And kissed me on the cheek and hand-Aslani Come down from above my head. My hat They stole from me every Tijani I looked all existence I looked attendance Alights head nomad in the Eye Color Caught a glimpse of everything that belittles Between prod and Lamaze and stillness and silence If they Rachm warrants Or so I look for them I realized that when I started my identity highlights I went looking for A standinghomeless, said: I said: It Hrdna? He said: What you get angry It would amount to runaway And raise over healed jerky Goff smiled from volcanic I said, did not keep the name they had learned refugee . And by my father it was a prisoner And my grandfather died a martyr Stalked viewers laugh I turned my head and I object I looked back and found thousands And I knew them Bmolov ******* Those are the descriptions Mashhadi And what contain my bags My name . My address. nothing In my identity card The home: there is no trace of her Since time has become rubble Where signs have been erased? It does not have the self-identity If we were created to loss Ncina or to become a meal for hyenas Oalmona. O Liberal? We are still in the singing harp Compose books on logos And descriptions of the mind maze And salt our food and qat ******* I still carry my stuff In my desires things I miss the tent Taoana I miss the roof to protect me I miss my baby is my pleasure I miss my daughter serve me I did not get them with things Said ground body ruin Do not be afraid today of sustenance Because you inevitably inevitably die We will do the impossible for you Snsagak bitter cups And it will keep for sustenance Dodd So why complain? ******* Who will answer my question? When the time came the setback? Elfin said: It is making fun of me Akedh sound and Club The people met the convergence I said: Different Even in death are different He said: rich I said: how the melody emerges from the lute? He said: Say: we are for the people and fuel Commends the waist on the lute And we sounded the door after door The residents of the house Jews ****** Shortcake: Syed Yusuf Morsi