The streets are drowning under tanks that grind,
The guns fall silent, rusting from inside,
The jailer chokes within the cell he sealed,
Yet Fridays rise, the mosques refuse to hide,
And still she stands—Yaman unsealed.
Tag: Damascus
A Poem from the July War
Written during the 2006 Lebanon War.
This poem is a literary and moral lament addressing war, occupation, and internal political decay.
It condemns violence and betrayal by states and regimes — not peoples, religions, or identities.The English version is an adaptation produced with the assistance of AI.
The original Arabic text appears further below.Image by Antoun Boustani
Wadi Barada —
My longing—I am the goldfinch’s cry,
By it the orchards green and rise.
Do not mistake my love for theirs:
Mine is the bloodline; theirs, a mare.
Roumani Line 