“The day I’m ki…

“The day I’m killed,
My killer, rifling through my pockets,
Will find travel tickets;
One to find peace,
One to the fields and the rain,
And one to the conscience of humankind

Dear killer of mine, I beg you:
Do not stay and waste them.
Take them, use them,
I beg you to travel”

– Samih al-Qasim

poetry

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