Not my job: The Redundant citizen?
Posted by: adonis49 on: July 26, 2016
“Happiness is Not my job” April 27, 2010
Am I a redundant citizen?
So far, I was not killed in wars,
Civil wars, earthquakes, or road kill.
What now? What am I to do with my life?
Years ahead of me undulating
Unlimited sea to the pelican;
Is my future already traced
A duck drawn on a class board?
Am I to express my dreams in whisper
And groping around
Or am I to let my dreams run down
Rubber liquid, glue seeping off equatorial trees?
I am a crackling wall, I am crumbling
Masons, builders fetch a stone
Prop me up quick
Glacier warming up, cliffing;
Let in virgin forest fresh air
My chest is compressed, poisoned in filth and despair;
I wish badly my many motherlands
Turnover as fast as nude dancers;
Crows swooping away
A pair of wings for a kingdom
I want to visit the dying
I want to turn time around
A child carelessly putting fire to his world
Years passed by
Didn’t play with a toy
Didn’t grab a blanket
Didn’t cry for a shattered land.
Note: A few images borrowed from the late Syrian poet Mohammad al Maghout.
Adonis Diaries 
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