poem #3
The earth is crying
for no reason the rifle image echoed
visible rifles protruding into the face
clenched hands sticking out into the air
glorious eyes of the world
My earth is crying
of the commoners' bitterness
the sound of a tearful child crying song
It is the thin hands of zakat
That always awaits the moment
My earth is crying and bleeding
It is a raging grudge
crying earth and bleeding
It is the attitude of the uncivilized man of soul
The earth is bloodless without human rights
It is the sound of nature that sighs sigh
My earth is crying and bleeding
the tranquility of the human soul that runs out
from your love and affection
By. 
