الوطن/ Homeland

Here... my homeland is exhausted 

and the peace of mind is now history 

The bench and playground are awaiting a child to play 

The smiles are in tears, 

and a mother’s bit of meal is split 

to those little hearts of hers 

that she gathers around her by her prayers.  

and that father in pain has a broken

dream.  

All that’s left in my imagination,  is a memory and delusions and how the days have changed and what happened to tomorrow.  

Everything that has been written and spoken, 

Everything that has been composed and sung, 

Everything that has been drawn with colors,  became the forgotten, became the forgotten.