In winter around the flame

troops at a camp

After the long raid

Green helmet struck by bullets

By the coal and stones

An Arabic book lying on the floor

 

In the dark, secured

They sleep everyday

The news comes to them:

The new president is going to pull you out

And the great war is ending

In drones and processions,

Here the scales have caught fire

Justice is blind, deaf and dumb

without memory or insight

They lie in bed looking out

but not seeing

 

Suddenly over the left wall

explosives were being thrown in

Jihadist were leaping into the yard

with screams of “kill them”

 

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