Time of weep with a voice on its back,
A stamp of silent terror steep,
Never to be known who left it here,
Although it was still warm,
Was it a lover or a fire bomb storm?
All the people passed like a flash,
This they told me it was my life,
Took a cake to the bottom of my tongue then,
While i hear your voice driven from years it seems,
Is fate this brutal to say it back again?
Like telling all the other signs,
In times of insects, standing on hairs?
Of beautiful eyes getting shattered?
Of sacrifices, never made?
Of flying while never in the skies,
Of skies, not to be looked at,
But to look upon us?
Of us , not knowing,
But opening the palms,
To rivers to fall,
Seeing faces down the falls,
Faces, or is it ours?
Since none are seen anymore,
I could’ve been glad before,
If it was me,
A faceless monster,
But not now it seems,
It needs to be more,
I need to be too,
But less than her,
Less than her, they and us,
And bigger than life,
But not the skies,
Not bigger than a rain drop,
Not bigger than tears.
zaki monzer 