abdul-Karim al-Kabli - Why?

abdul-Karim al-Kabli - Why?

1

Without an introduction

In the clear of day

My little son asked me,

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"Why

do the grown-ups hate us?

Why do the grown ups kill us?"

I asked him 

where he got that story from,

He replied in innocence,

"From the news segment."

Our television, the bride,

Our television, the safeguarded,

the colored peacock,

came with the news!

"O father, I saw in it my little siblings

In all of the regions!

Their legs were cut off!

Their arms were cut off!

Their necks were cut off!"

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"No, no, my father!

I don't want to move away!

I don't want to go away

to a country without hope,

to a country without generations,

to a country without children!"

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2

And the roving torment came back to me,

from an inquirer who wants from me persuasion.

And my misery!

I am without persuasion!

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For the child is the symbol of oppression and naivety

and the stretched out and unbound amazement!

His games and his mother are his temperament!

He knows neither duplicity nor rudeness,

And neither why they extinguished his light!

The knaves slaughter him like a hen!

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3

Shame! 

Shame! 

Shame!

By my years, what shame?

The suns and moons are shy of him!

And the verses and strings mourn,

And the birds migrate to the nests,

But that is life, O little ones!

From its gloom, the day shines.

And by tomorrow, 

the lights shall arise,

and you shall emerge as masters of the moons,

And by tomorrow, 

the lights shall break through,

and you shall emerge as masters of the moons.

And most certain, 

you shall pardon the Tatars.

Have mercy!

Who are the grown-ups?

Who are the little ones?

The grown-ups!

The little ones!

Have mercy!

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4 - Talk

But that is life, O little ones!

From its gloom, the day shines.

And by tomorrow, 

the lights shall arise,

and you shall emerge as masters of the moons.

And most certain, 

you shall pardon the Tatars,

and laugh at the talk of the bull.

Have mercy!

Who are the grown-ups?

Who are the little ones?

The grown-ups!

The little ones!

Have mercy!

END.

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Who were the "Tatars"? 

The knaves who slaughtered children like hens.

But the time will come, when the lights will arise, and the braggart will sit in humiliated silence.