Hamlet

A lonely ghost loomed out 
of the unknown mystery,
Bringing a halt to darkness 
and showing life in misery.

Hamlet was told 
but there was no reason to be cold,
This is a confession that is old, 
what is gilded cannot be gold.
For those seen as heroes 
in the tarnished human history,
are nothing but condemned 
on the cess of lofty mastery.
* * *
Hamlet was mad, 
truth is a man 
whose head is bald,
Hamlet was sad, 
illusion is a woman 
that nods to be sold.
It is respect that 
generates respect, 
Humans are in February;
No wonder the proper study 
of Mankind lies in January.
Being their tamed slaves, 
what should we do but scold?
So cold is the heat, 
so dry is the feast, 
no fire is to hold.
* * *
Birds are weeping, 
freedom is dying,
 life is in boundary;
Flowers are fading, 
trees are shambling, 
O devine mastery.

Chokri Omri
Tunis, 2006

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