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Little Dust
Adeeb Kamal
Ad-Deen
1.
Few lies will remain
And the ridiculous exaggerated
praises of the poets
For the dictatorial kings.
Few sermons of the corrupted teachers
And the stupid wives will remain,
Few orders of administration to
designate,
Dismissal and expulsion,
Few of the secret reports,
The articles of insults, threats and
intimidation.
Few of the counterfeit victorious
manifestos will remain,
And the bloodstained military medals.
Few of the lovers' bones will remain,
Their hearts shattered by separation.
Little of the beautiful women's
beauty will remain,
Little of the nudity at sea and in
bed,
Little of night, dawn, water and air,
And few of the tears, dreams,
The hallucinations and the nightmares
And few of cries of the football and
bullfighting fans.
2.
Few of childhood's memories will
remain,
The photos of the unhappy Christmas,
The dreams of puberty,
The love letters and the family
photos.
Few cries of the orchestra will
remain,
Few poems of boredom, admonishment,
and waiting,
Few clothes of the clown, the drummer
and the female dancer,
And few of the refugees' tears
And their rusty boats that drown
every day
In God's oceans.
Few of God's commandments will
remain.
3.
Yes,
Everything will turn to dust
And little dust will remain, too!
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