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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends<br>The old word is dead.<br>The old books are dead.<br>Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.<br>Dead is the mind that led to defeat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>Our poetry has gone sour.<br>Women's hair, nights, curtains and sofas<br>Have gone sour.<br>Everything has gone sour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3<br>My grieved country,<br>In a flash<br>You changed me from a poet who wrote love poems<br>To a poet who writes with a knife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4<br>What we feel is beyond words:<br>We should be ashamed of our poems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5<br>Stirred by Oriental bombast,<br>By boastful swaggering that never killed a fly,<br>By the fiddle and the drum,<br>We went to war,<br>And lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6<br>Our shouting is louder than our actions,<br>Our swords are taller than us,<br>This is our tragedy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7<br>In short<br>We wear the cape of civilisation<br>But our souls live in the stone age</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8<br>You dont win a war<br>With a reed and a flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9<br>Our impatience<br>Cost us fifty thousand new tents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10<br>Dont curse heaven<br>If it abandons you,<br>Dont curse circumstances,<br>God gives victory to whom He wishes<br>God is not a blacksmith to beat swords.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">11<br>It's painful to listen to the news in the morning<br>It's painful to listen to the barking of dogs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12<br>Our enemies did not cross our borders<br>They crept through our weaknesses like ants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13<br>Five thousand years<br>Growing beards<br>In our caves.<br>Our currency is unknown,<br>Our eyes are a haven for flies.<br>Friends,<br>Smash the doors,<br>Wash your brains,<br>Wash your clothes.<br>Friends,<br>Read a book,<br>Write a book,<br>Grow words, pomegranates and grapes,<br>Sail to the country of fog and snow.<br>Nobody knows you exist in caves.<br>People take you for a breed of mongrels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">14<br>We are a thick-skinned people<br>With empty souls.<br>We spend our days practicing witchcraft,<br>Playing chess and sleeping.<br>Are we the 'Nation by which God blessed mankind'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">15<br>Our desert oil could have become<br>Daggers of flame and fire.<br>We're a disgrace to our noble ancestors:<br>We let our oil flow through the toes of whores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">16<br>We run wildly through the streets<br>Dragging people with ropes,<br>Smashing windows and locks.<br>We praise like frogs,<br>Turn midgets into heroes,<br>And heroes into scum:<br>We never stop and think.<br>In mosques<br>We crouch idly,<br>Write poems,<br>Proverbs,<br>Beg God for victory<br>Over our enemy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17<br>If i knew I'd come to no harm,<br>And could see the Sultan,<br>This is what i would say:<br>'Sultan,<br>Your wild dogs have torn my clothes<br>Your spies hound me<br>Their eyes hound me<br>Their noses hound me<br>Their feet hound me<br>They hound me like Fate<br>Interrogate my wife<br>And take down the name of my friends.<br>Sultan,<br>When I came close to your walls<br>and talked about my pains,<br>Your soldiers beat me with their boots,<br>Forced me to eat my shoes.<br>Sultan,<br>You lost two wars,<br>Sultan,<br>Half of our people are without tongues,<br>What's the use of a poeple without tongues?<br>Half of our people<br>Are trapped like ants and rats<br>Between walls.'<br>If i knew I'd come to no harm<br>I'd tell him:<br>'You lost two wars<br>You lost touch with children.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">18<br>If we hadn't buried our unity<br>If we hadn't ripped its young body with bayonets<br>If it had stayed in our eyes<br>The dogs wouldn't have savaged our flesh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">19<br>We do not want an angry generation<br>To plough the sky<br>To blow up history<br>To blow up our thoughts.<br>We want a new generation<br>That does not forgive mistakes<br>That does not bend.<br>We want a generation of giants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">20<br>Arab children,<br>Corn ears of the future,<br>You will break our chains,<br>Kill the opium in our heads,<br>Kill the illusions.<br>Arab children,<br>Don't read about our suffocated generation,<br>We are a hopeless case.<br>We are as worthless as a water-melon rind.<br>Dont read about us,<br>Dont ape us,<br>Dont accept us,<br>Dont accept our ideas,<br>We are a nation of crooks and jugglers.<br>Arab children,<br>Spring rain,<br>Corn ears of the future,<br>You are the generation<br>That will overcome defeat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nizar+Qabbani">Nizar Qabbani</a><div class=q>
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The old word is dead.
The old books are dead.
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.
Dead is the mind that led to defeat.

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Our poetry has gone sour.
Women's hair, nights, curtains and sofas
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