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THE SOOTHSAYERSBy Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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Nostalgic Poems The Soothsayers |
THE SOOTHSAYERSHow daring are the soothsayers How shameless is their hypocrisy How false are their claims! They still pull out a victim's entrails To predict future from its shape They still observe the motion of the birds The course of the stars, the lines of the palm The cast of seashells to interpret events They say our prediction is the truth Who will live an everlasting life to know the truth? I' m a believer, I believe in man For his happiness were made All religions, all laws.. I have a dream, which is not beyond My age or beyond the world A dream to see all nations Be acquainted in mutual favour To mature, to integrate, to cooperate.. I' m ambitious for change Before man is destroyed by rage I saw men who assume To inherit the good and evil of the past They observe all rituals, but Alas! Their invincibility Beyond pirates forts They fight corruption by making Usury a universal law.. I saw men who assume piety Who cut the hand of a hungry thief Not finding a judge to ask them Why did they steal the earth 's wealth For their own while it is for community I saw men who know All the secrets of brothels Whose Harem is full Of women, legal and concubines Who would not abstain to stone The other sex for real love.. I' m also tired of men Who assume modernity Who want to break all tablets of old To swim in licentious whims To return to barbarian chaos and filth.. All these men have distorted balances Instead of facts, they consult soothsayers Not knowing what Satan has Put of traps inside their prayers Or through their aimlessness.. I found that soothsayers have Eyes made of laser in front and behind They see events far million of years But blind to see what is nearer to them than their arteries They cross-examine rocks and decayed bones They hang a fragment as a charm of power.. They soar through the invisible to foresee, Sharpen their paws when a new life appears Even if you help them touch the facts They reject what natural eyes see They refuse to admit that modern man is still in slavery That he is threatened by nuclear transcontinental artillery.. They have no answers to you these soothsayers They learnt to soothe the pains of man not to deliver.. They bless the hell of man by tongues so slippery.. Don't have confidence in those who want You as creatures of illusion Who frustrate your will of change, Who make your efforts of no advantage.. They are only creaking bones, Disunited limbs, dull rituals.. No muscles to cover, no blood to nurture, No spirit to lead the future.. How unhappy are their disciples! They dig for them deep graves in their march for power They forsake them in disaster, Disappoint them, fill them with fear When naked they are without masks Flaring flames for new justice is their task.. They hate the paradise of the earth, These soothsayers inherited without pain, Not anxious to see lands, rivers, Mountains from under their feet withdrawn They have a paradise all their own They divorce the wife beautiful, Faithful, fruitful, affectionate, For a Houri ten miles size.. The bulge of her breasts two hills.. They cluster these soothsayers Every man against another Their faces dyed with many a colour.. I wonder how it's possible to know A friend from a foe When they collide, When all of them are colour blind.. Do they distinguish one another by smell? The dogs of riots howl in frenzy Biting, tearing the nation's flesh While victims in their mordacious teeth Are reason, justice and liberty |
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