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The Age of Rubber Stamps
By Buland al-Haydari
Return to us oh, our age, oh, age of rubber stamps, oh, crack of whips on our skins, oh, shackles without a crime, return to us our old eyes our sad black doors, open to the night and to the storm, return to us, the shadows cast by the candles in the darkness of the evening, return to us, our naked children under winter’s rage whose little hand wish that the heaven be torn asunder, oh, our age, oh, age of rubber stamps, oh, shackles without a crime, oh, crack of whips return to us our old eyes so that we may recognize the victory which glimmers in defeat, and erect for us from the grasshoppers’ legs in our desert, from the dried-up cactus in our country, from the arms of our dead children, gallows asking us about an anger seizing us in a tumultuous song, for we detest your face carved in rubber in dirt in crime.
This Poem appeared In Al Jadid Vol. 3, issue 17, April 1997 Translated , from Arabic by Mohammed B. Alwan