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By Hashem Shafik
The planes bombarded the bakeries next the wheat was martyred then the bread died. What troubled person is chasing the dough? In what province, what country could flour become a fugitive attacked by bombs and rockets. On what battlefield, could food become a means of warfare and a lesson in genocide?
O' destruction slow down while you chase our hungry mouths with rockets in every corner and place. The hungry displaced on the silk road looking now for a bit of hope displaced behind these borders mumbling following their destinies in the snow passage... to cross through the muddy tents to reach the bread, but the planes are attacking the bakery and the bread killing the wheat immediately, slaughtering flowers and killing the roots.
This poem will appear in Al Jadid, Vol. 17, no. 65
Translated from the Arabic by Basma Botros and Aric Reviere