Poet, playwright, director and lover of words
Roll up, roll up, enter the carnival of curiosities. This is the Holy Land. ‘We are the most moral army in the world’, the toy soldiers shout. They point their guns at the white flags, rat-a-tat-tat, and the dolls fall down. Some are tiny, red, red is the stain on the ground. Bang bang, phosphorus… Continue reading The Holy Carnival of Curiosities
Dare to Say child we see you, we will not look awaychild we hear you, we will not turn awaychild we hold you, we will not fall awayDare to look away, we see youDare to turn away, we know youDare to say you didn't knowDare to sayDare to say(c) S.Abdallah A child running from Shifa… Continue reading To those that refuse to stand for this child
I thank God for Ramadan, it the only balm for the fury I feel every day when I see what is happening in Gaza. When I hear politicians and those who could do something offer nothing but platitudes. What difference does it make if they are sincere or cynical? As for those committing and complicit… Continue reading Ramadan Day Four
Mother of Parliaments We thousands stand on a February winter morning, outside the Mother of Parliaments.The sun hides behind clouds, ashamed.Placards and flags lean against the wind, as we witness, sing and chant.Thousands of miles away, under this same sun, hands stretch outfor food, for hope. You offer nothing but words, words, wordsto shelter infant… Continue reading On Mothering Sunday
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 MAHMUD HAMS | Credit: AFP
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