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Butcher

Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?
Whom you used to play soccer together 
Excitement from the huge and vibrant kites in the sky!    
A mother used to feed you with same fondness of affection,
How could you target the nozzle of the gun?
Who set an impermeable layer in your eyes?

 
There are roaring armed convoys patrolling on the streets with nose upward 
Bombs are shower like torrential downpour from the sky
There is even no tiny space to hide 
The lungs fill with smoke and dust of the debris
Mother's silent body is under the wreckage of the walls and roofs.
The hands of the babies emerge beneath her chest with a desperate desire to live. 
The torn body flies like a burned piece of paper. 
Come back and see— no one is the enemy!
The blood is warm, the exact same color like you. 


Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?
A merciless butcher, without any sympathy takes the life away,
Are you one of them?
Are you really one of them?

Copyright © Tuwa Noor | Year Posted 2018



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Tears

You are not water anymore when you turn into a cloud,
You are not the same as water when you are frozen.
Be a dew drop on the top of grass.
Be a shy tiny pearl on the tip of a girl’s nose.
Be the sweat of the salt lake on the back of the farmer who cultivates with plow.

Then, you are no longer water anymore!
When you have smell, color and taste.

There is a book of the night and a page is allocated for each night.
And the night hides under flap of the page.
No one can see with their own naked eyes.

When all the lights in the house are turned off,
Except the moon in the sky, the stars in the far distance places 
and the crocked dogs under the lampposts,
No one is then stay awake,
Someone turns her face on the pillow in the bedroom and cries in silence,
The firefly’s chest glows as a dew drop of light!

No!  You are no longer water anymore.
As the raw gold, becomes expensive ornament by embellishment---
Something just like that has another name,
Water!  Then you are no longer water anymore.

Copyright © Tuwa Noor | Year Posted 2020


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