Mohammad Ahmad
02-05-2014, 03:25 PM
My hoar hair told
There is no credibility in the world
Over there, it is full of with desire
Over here, it is quite odd
Here its ways are paved
There, its ways are rugged
Here, it complains lacks of rain
There, it complains from flood
Once it was plainly straight
Once again, it had roughly fold
One is eating sweetened cakes
Other looks for a bit of bread
One is used to a luxuriant life
Other is shivering and cold
What is grieved me to find,
The green and the dried
The waste and the fertile
In the same price often sold.
One picks a rose in his hand.
Another nothing would hold.
One is still young
Another growing old
Over there, people endure poverty
Over here, people plenty overfeed
Here, people seek pleasure
There, people live in anxiety
My hoar hair told me again
There is nothing cheaper than our blood.
They sell us as a cheap stuff
They kill us as sheep
And no eye would watch
No tongue says those the poor
And we shall watch
Until the last breath
We shall watch
There is no credibility in the world
Over there, it is full of with desire
Over here, it is quite odd
Here its ways are paved
There, its ways are rugged
Here, it complains lacks of rain
There, it complains from flood
Once it was plainly straight
Once again, it had roughly fold
One is eating sweetened cakes
Other looks for a bit of bread
One is used to a luxuriant life
Other is shivering and cold
What is grieved me to find,
The green and the dried
The waste and the fertile
In the same price often sold.
One picks a rose in his hand.
Another nothing would hold.
One is still young
Another growing old
Over there, people endure poverty
Over here, people plenty overfeed
Here, people seek pleasure
There, people live in anxiety
My hoar hair told me again
There is nothing cheaper than our blood.
They sell us as a cheap stuff
They kill us as sheep
And no eye would watch
No tongue says those the poor
And we shall watch
Until the last breath
We shall watch