Night, mindless death and bullets…
The horizon is blind and there is no riddance…
The war is tightening its girdle around us like a bird in its cage…
Between me and you there is a dead body, alleys complaining of the groaning of bereaved women, and a broken bus…
Don’t worry, as long as god is above his sky we won’t care about those drowning in their brutality…
I caught my heart before the first step and the luck left us with tears and said: Take good care of each other, walk under love guidance and be careful, the souls of those who knew love are cheap.
War has an old vendetta with love, revenge is debt and life is retribution!
I ignored my death twice for you then I just stumbled, and the sniper caught me…
We became there two cadavers and above us there was night, mindless death, and bullets…

Hussam Qutainy