1–2 minutes
Today
you amputate the trees,
roots press down to bone and
fingers supplicate a shrouded earth.
The soil is seeded with unripe hearts.
Speak my prayers to the wind,
they are louder than your guns.
(c) S.Abdallah

Poet, playwright, director and lover of words
Today
you amputate the trees,
roots press down to bone and
fingers supplicate a shrouded earth.
The soil is seeded with unripe hearts.
Speak my prayers to the wind,
they are louder than your guns.
(c) S.Abdallah
