by Elia Abu Madi
The enemy’s war ship enclosed them in such way,
That you would think they were surrounded by a friend.
The blaze and smoke of their firing filled space,
Until it covered it to the extent that the day did not appear like the day.
The air turned darkness, a prolonged one indeed,
Until it appeared as if the curtain was drawn on the sky.
Last updated April 02, 2011