Most of what I post on this blog are about the upside of life in the Middle East because most people living outside the borders of the Middle East, whether physically or mentally, are unaware that there is an upside. Plus I don’t really know how to write about the
tragedies of the region without wanting to scream it all out on paper, which in general doesn’t make a good read, kind of like reality TV doesn’t make a good watch for me. Reality is a tough thing to pull off truthfully and rationally.
So today I’ll leave it to Sami Zarour, full-time engineer, one-time model, part-time poet and one of my oldest and most rational friends.
OUTLANDISH LANDLESS LANDMINE
By Sami Zarour
Boorishly events are spin to evaporated still but fool is dish,
Such acute professional occupation for so nay shun so kitsch.
Accumulating adversary sipping six teas a sham anniversary,
Refuel to refuse refugees why In reality Is it In secure Is real.
Brim borders hoarder are ordered myopic meddling made it,
Terrain see tearing at tears wiping sheared visions intellect.
Four your eye two an I count free religious prayers preyed,
Hardly rock stony pebble softness unsettled by illicit build.
Bawling walls snivel grains from banging heads and two fists,
Crushed olive groves in the blood of fruit always blend less.
Your clouds on my sky, sole on my soul, bricks on my palace,
Time sits at a standstill peace juice in quicksand, no solace.
If I died first by you then tell me how could I have killed you?