اه يا بلد!

اه يا بلد

الحلم فيكى ما اتولد

اتسرق

اول ما طلع للنور

اتخنق

بقى كله خدوش وكسور

من الغضب بيفور

بس مسجون

ضعيف

ورا قضبان الخريف

فى دموعه ودمه 

غرقان

مسكين

حالف ما يركع لسجان

قلبه بينبض بالحنين

لأولاده وأهله

وأحفاده

ماتوا على رجليهم واقفين

بصدورهم متصدرين

للغدار والخاين

والمشين

ماتوا فى ظهورهم مطعونين

متخونين

حلم لسة رافع راسه

وهو بينزف

حالف ليفضل رافع راسه

وبأمله يلف

قلوب الناس التايهة

الخايفة

ويزرع فيها بكرة جديد

بالايد فى الايد.

Grave Rose

In caressing gentleness

She stands

Within the silence of morbidity,

Singing a hymn to the lost;

The dying souls,

To morbid and helpless calls,

In tears of mourning hearts

Enclaved within the blue and grey

Of Death,

Decay.

Black garments of Grief

Among glorious graves;

The roaring echoes of the brave.

Spears, swords and shields

Of Glory that never yields.

From blood planted in battlefields,

Blossoms thrive

Beyond the ashes,

Beyond the epitaphs,

Sorrows,

Ends,

Beyond all their whipping lashes

Breaking all impediments.

Breathless Paradise

Strains,
Chains,
Or Paradise plains?
Names..
Gone with the blowing dust,
Forgotten as ages rust.
The lust
Of  'staches with cigars;
Masters of souls and scars,
Games, balls and bars.
A dark farce.
Ageless hands, but visages old
Of souls
Bought and sold;
Infants bold,
Stories retold
In dying grains of sand,
And tears of a lonely land.
In coffins of breathless flesh,
And the empty grip of a hungry hand.

A Thousand Different Faces

A thousand different faces all around,
All alike,
Stories bound.
Eyes in black, eyes in white,
Eyes of a gladiator in a fight,
Eyes in hazel, eyes in green,
Eyes of people seen..Unseen,
Eyes of scars, eyes of pain,
Eyes of Glory in shattered remains,
Eyes of honest thieves from yore
Of a Sherwood tale of rich and poor.
Hands so coarse,
Sabers bright,
Recalling the charge of a Brigade of Light.
Sparks in helmets of crusades
In the lands of a Sultan 
And a thousand maids.
Smiling visages of souls entwined.
Heart-breaking weeps o' babes
Left behind.
Eyes that speak of vaults of the soul;
Epitaphs of broken hearts in the Fall.
Eyes in different faces all around,
Open books alike
With surnames crowned.