IMAGE MACRO

UNBORN POEM

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Europeans, the children
of the forthcoming future,
find themselves in
strawberry fields
as green-red as the
idea of hope is.
I, none of them, watch
them go to soccer games,
drink their beers and
converse, leisurely,
upon their politicians
with friends and family.
Arabs believe in
eternal love, the
stories burning,
lifetimes spent in
dark cells, blood
running down their hands.
I, none of them, an
unborn poem,
will be pleased when
the two worlds will
collide one day;
like Lego toys
in a toddler’s hand.
They are dangerous,
unfit for a toddler.
That’s why it is a
perfect task for me.
Finally my life
is meaningful. 

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TEXT: AYSE TEKSEN
ART: OMAR ELSADEK