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The going out

On the road between Baghdad and Amman
I finished my account with home
I through fram his face all my years my pappers
And my mother's wills
Childhood's playthings
I said to him :-” go away from my face I don't know you
And you don't know me”
I said to him :- “from here we will depart “
At that time I remember my mother's crying
And her heart's warm
I remembered my small brother's sob
When he said farewell to me
And neighbours' eyes

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MY AGE

• I put it on the street
  For vehicles pass on it
  And to fall on it the abuses of the passers-by
  And heels of their cigarettes
  I spread it on the pavements
  For the crossing and the poor people staind it
  With their shoes and their dreams
  I make from it bread and a protest
  And I deal out them to the hungeries' houses
  And to whom war distresseed them
  I ascend it the bridge
  And I hung it with rape
  Like a lost dog
  For it becomes a warning to whom concerns
  I bland it to the nearest electric's pole
  For the passers –by make fun of it
  And censures itself
  I threaten it by putting the knife on it's neck
  Crying for it
  And pushing it's destiny to it's end