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Ayman Agbaria
Debate
— Our bodies are better.— Our bodies are more precious.
— Our blood is finer.
— Our blood is sweeter.
— Our dead are martyrs, yours are murdered.
— Your dead will become earth, ours will be higher.
— I am the victim and you are the killer.
— I will remain and you will vanish.
Like this, the generals speak
Like this, they debated:
Which is thicker?
The tear of a mother or the powder of a bullet?
© Translation: 2006, Ayman Agbaria
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© 2006, Ayman Agbaria
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— Our bodies are better.— Our bodies are more precious.
— Our blood is finer.
— Our blood is sweeter.
— Our dead are martyrs, yours are murdered.
— Your dead will become earth, ours will be higher.
— I am the victim and you are the killer.
— I will remain and you will vanish.
Like this, the generals speak
Like this, they debated:
Which is thicker?
The tear of a mother or the powder of a bullet?
© 2006, Ayman Agbaria
Debate
— Our bodies are better.— Our bodies are more precious.
— Our blood is finer.
— Our blood is sweeter.
— Our dead are martyrs, yours are murdered.
— Your dead will become earth, ours will be higher.
— I am the victim and you are the killer.
— I will remain and you will vanish.
Like this, the generals speak
Like this, they debated:
Which is thicker?
The tear of a mother or the powder of a bullet?
© 2006, Ayman Agbaria
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