By Salman Tamimi
Te alarm rang and broke the dream
Te body dragged in thirst and need
Ironed shirt, neatly creased
A silent mind wretched in piece.
Into the sunshine, down the street,
Entered the cage of glass and steel.
Endless monotony, a drudgery of routine
Not very far from lifeless machines.
When money precedes comfort and sleep,
Te world seems rude and mean.
Crushing the pain in all extreme,
A fake smile that never reveals,
Te growing scars which do not bleed But crave for air, desperate to breathe.
Out of the caged and down the street
A little food and a little relief.
Te body falls back to sleep
Waiting for the alarm to repeat.
By Salman Tamimi
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