My Ash-Sham by Sofia Kioroglou

I am not a silent poet

Damascus, the city of Jasmine, my ash-Sham

now in throbbing pain, with intra-ocular pressure,

higher than normal, the omen is permanent vision loss

of a brighter future, our people are blind

 ..

Damascus, my Madīnat al-Yāsmīn

traumatized, yet squinting at a sliver of light

peeking through the door, a wished-for chimera

if wishes were horses, the future would be ours to create

 ..

Damascus, my homeland, the Barada river

a throbbing jugular, still alive

a knive in the heart, hot burning pain

peace floating driftwood on gory water

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