“apocalypse”
streets are empty
guns are banned
a homo sapiens reunion
under a nobody’s land
in a cemetery underground
laughter and joy
but all hear is the sound
of what is yet to be destroyed
the obvious mutuality of our longing
to the land that’s now free
through ground,through sand
our longing continues to be
no tomb left for me
in the big city
in it’s crowded streets
im just a lonely ally
Joman Abumahfouz
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