On a regular
day
Machine guns
would be heard
On a regular
day
Big tanks
would pass like herds
On a regular
day
An old
farmer would plant some trees to grow
On a regular
day
A two year
old boy would cry and smile not knowing how things flow
On a regular
day
A mother
would sit and sip some coffee with Umm Ibrahim
On a regular
day
A shoemaker
would thank his lord and say, “Ya Karim”
On a regular
day
A constant
soldier knocks the doors
On a regular
day
He would ask
the fathers, “Where are your sons?” and spits on their floors
On a regular
day
Eyes would
burst in tears
On a regular
day
Fears
encounter people’s dreams
On a regular
day
A martyr
would be seen smiling
On a regular
day
An enemy
would be seen hiding
On a regular
day
A young lady
would sit on the balcony and fantasize
On a regular
day
Thin threads
of her flag would twirl and dance in front of her eyes
On a regular
day
Hopes and
prayers would be called out
On a regular
day
One man would say, “Enough!
I demand more action” and then shout out loud
On a regular
day
News would
pass the tunes
On a regular
day
A poet would
turn the events and sing the blues
On a regular
day
In Libya,
Syria, or Iraq
On a regular
day
In Burma,
Egypt, or Palestine
Copyright 2014; Image by: Ashaari Rahmat (http://web.stagram.com/n/kelefeh/)
