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the night before the morning that shall never come
By Raja Chemayel

 

 

 

 

The night before the morning that shall never come

 

 

it is almost midnight in Amsterdam

it is dark outside

a dark night

a dark Christmas,  no snow

and probably a dark Eid for Islam

and a dark Silvester Eve , very soon

 

Baghdad is also dark

even during the day

there is no light

and the only colour is red

the red of blood

 

 

Baghdad is dark tonight

and more darkness shall follow

 

As once my brothers did not stand behind the son of Abi Taleb

neither behind the grand sons of Abi Taleb

today they turn their back  to the son of Tikrit .

 

Once 2006 years ago , the son of Mariam

was handed over from the occupiers jail

into the powers of theocracy

today the son of Tikrit shall change hands

from the occupiers into the occupied theocracy-hypocrisy

 

and maybe when I wake up tomorrow morning

the sun shall not rise in Baghdad , nor in heart.

 

Good night Arabs

Good night Third World

Good night Freedom

Good night Liberation

 

Sleep well , if you can.....

 

 

Raja Chemayel

the night before the morning that shall never come

midnight 30Th. 12Th.2006