A New Day

After a long day

Full of burdens and responsibilities

Setting fire,

Collecting wood,

Carrying water

And searching for food.

Finally, the night comes for rest

I sit on my broken sofa

In my smashed balcony

With my cactus and the little mints 

There is no light outside, and darkness is  like a black hole

So deep and hollow hearted

Fire flames arise from that destroyed home

Someone is preparing dinner 

And the  sound  of  a crying baby for milk

Comes from the horizon.

The gloom stars appear in the clear sky

As the souls of the martyrs fly so far

And the timid moon hides

Like the killed child drenched with his blood

The ghosts of the demolished homes scream, ” Don’t be afraid, we’re not humans.”

The sea waves play

melancholic tunes

Recalling my  absent reminiscence

My weary mind hallucinates

With absurd words to write a poem

My fatigued body whispers

With sorrow and pain

“Sweet dreams among the rubble and ghosts”

Then my eyes closed like a gate of a prison

It arrests my suffering, sorrow, distress, toil, oppression, and pain for a new day.

Ahmed Miqdad, Palestinian poet, Activist