
The hell of hatred we burn with fire
And the foul smell we think is fragrant
And we break the spine of the joints with a fracture
And we cut off our close grudges
And we squeeze hatred until we drink
But we did not drink a little of it
We sleep on hatred and brotherhood
Expelled and we show snoring
And we take separation as we are accustomed to
And hatred is sent as an ambassador
But we are all blind and deaf
So we did not hear the murmur of our affliction
We say and our saying is a great lie
And we take disagreement for us as a camel
And bad suspicion grows in hearts
And we gather around it deliberately a blessing
And we water it so it grows while it is bitter
And we recite from the colocynth of the well
And we chew what the accusations scatter
As if we were eating barley bread
And we make room for the councils of the enemies
And they have disturbed our consciences
And we carry what we have learned as a burden
And we have become red by nature
If you water Nights are the eyelids of creation
We took what is inside us as a companion
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.


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