Best Poem of Abdel latif Moubarak

A Martyr
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To Uterus who is not commute history
Write my name
Never I breastfeed from the bosom of the women in the slave market.
I could not believe mystics
Not ringing bells Recognition to my heart.
Million afraid
My fears millions of times
When I'm find death staring in my life
When find . . .
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Thirst
Thirst
Dried saliva
Spirit returned to the former old self
Cracks in the tongue
I become like a corpse
Heavy sweat
Dug in the dirt to find water
If this torment
Not Changing, O God
For your mercy in the afterlife
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Groans graduated from internal
Screams above the sound of . . .
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