A Night in Tunisia

By El Habib Louai

The feeling is not anymore the same
Dear brothers and sisters I do not blame
Furious, angry crowds poured out
From every single side to cry out
We simply cannot anymore yield
To your orders we are a shield
This certainly should be the end
Of postures that decline to bend
Of greedy crooks that stench
Of bellies full of other’s lunch
Of hands imbued with blood
Of trampling feet of a squad
Our tears froze on their grips
As they tore our hair in snips
We cuddled against each other
To keep our wounded warmer
You may all stand still and watch
From a hill sitting on a bench
As deriding fools from a House
Painted in White, grim and souse
This is the end of a hidden detriment
Lay men sustained long in sentiment
Hurriedly tossed in times of amnesia
As a tune flowed from A Night in Tunisia.

– El Habib Louai is teaching English in Ezzaytoune junior high school in Agadir. A number of his poems were published in various online magazines such as Danse Macabre du Jour, Istanbul Literary Review and Indigo Rising Magazine. His translation of a collection of poems by Ali Abdelrezaei is also available in poetrymag.ws. He contributed this poem to PalestineChronicle.com.

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