Poetryالشِّعر · النيران والحرب · April 17, 2025
تتعالى الأصوات
تتعالى الأصوات، تتكاثر الرسائل، تتفجر المحيطات، في بداية النهاية ولد المقاتل، حاملا سلاح الكلمة، في ليلة من الليالي قُتلَ الخوف، وبنيت الجدران، وصاحت الروح بأعلى الصيحات منادية من في الأرض والسماء، طالبة السماع ليس لها بل لكل روح في الأرض والسماء، ارضنا اُهلكت، شبابنا حكم عليه بالإعدام، ارواحنا سجنت مدى الحياة بتهمة النظر إلى السماء، تهمةٌ بني من اجلها الأصنام، وشيدت السجون، ووضعت الأحكام التي دمرت الإنسان، ونشرت الخوف بدلا من الغناء، من اجل حق النفس بدأت اعظم حرب، حرب مابين الحب و الجشع، مابين الحياة و الموت، مابين الحق والفجور، حرب لم يتصدى لها إلا جندي اعزل، جندي لعن بلعنة الخُلد ، نطق بكلمة المنطق، ونبض بنبض الحب والسلام، جندي لا يخاف الكثرة ولا يخشى الوحدة، لا ينتشي إلا على كلام العقلاء ومشاعر الشعراء، بدأ تدريبه في الرحم قبل الولادة، جندي ضحى بنفسه من اجل حق السلام لكل روح طغى بحقها البشر، حرب لا نهاية لها الا بنهايته، بإصرارهم على جهلهم لم يعرفوا معنى الخلود، فما مصيرهم إلا موت على يد كلمة المختار، فما له إلا بان يمد السند والعون لكي يتسنى للأرض بان تعيش إلى ان يختارها الكثرة.
In the beginning of the end, the warrior was born, Carrying the weapon of the word. On one of those nights, fear was slain, The walls were built, And the soul cried out with its loudest call, Calling upon those on earth and in the heavens, Asking not to be heard for itself, But for every soul on earth and in the heavens. Our land has been ruined, Our youth sentenced to death, Our souls imprisoned for life For the crime of looking to the sky, A charge for which idols were made, Prisons built, Laws written that destroyed the human, And spread fear in place of singing. For the right of the self, the greatest war began, A war between love and greed, Between life and death, Between truth and depravity. A war faced by no one but an unarmed soldier, A soldier cursed with the curse of immortality, Who spoke the word of reason And pulsed with the beat of love and peace, A soldier who does not fear the many, Nor dread solitude, One who finds joy only in the words of the wise and the feelings of poets. His training began in the womb, before birth. A soldier who sacrificed himself For the right of peace For every soul whose rights were violated by mankind. A war with no end but his. In their insistence on ignorance, They failed to understand the meaning of eternity. Their only fate is death At the words of the chosen one, And he has no choice But to extend his support and strength, So that the earth may live Until it is chosen by the many. -S.R 🚨🚨 This piece is a mythic reflection on the eternal conflict between conscience and conformity. It is not tied to any political system, nation, or time, but to the inner battles we all carry. 🚨🚨 18th of April 2025 3:26 AM In the beginning of the end, the warrior was born, Carrying the weapon of the word. On one of those nights, fear was slain, The walls were built, And the soul cried out with its loudest call, Calling upon those on earth and in the heavens, Asking not to be heard for itself, But for every soul on earth and in the heavens. Our land has been ruined, Our youth sentenced to death, Our souls imprisoned for life For the crime of looking to the sky, A charge for which idols were made, Prisons built, Laws written that destroyed the human, And spread fear in place of singing. For the right of the self, the greatest war began, A war between love and greed, Between life and death, Between truth and depravity. A war faced by no one but an unarmed soldier, A soldier cursed with the curse of immortality, Who spoke the word of reason And pulsed with the beat of love and peace, A soldier who does not fear the many, Nor dread solitude, One who finds joy only in the words of the wise and the feelings of poets. His training began in the womb, before birth. A soldier who sacrificed himself For the right of peace For every soul whose rights were violated by mankind. A war with no end but his. In their insistence on ignorance, They failed to understand the meaning of eternity. Their only fate is death At the hands of the chosen one, And he has no choice, But to extend his support and strength, So that the earth may live Until it is chosen by the many.
الرسائل تتكاثر والمحيطات تتفجر في بداية النهاية.