Praise for the High Shadow - Mahmoud Darwish

The mask has fallen from the mask from the mask, the mask has fallen You have no brothers, my brother, friends my friend, you have no castles You have no water, no medicine, no sky, no blood, no sail, neither forward nor backward Besiege your siege... there is no escape Your arm has fallen, so pick it up and strike your enemy ... There is no escape and I fell near you, so pick me up and strike your enemy with me.. You are now free, free and free... Those who killed you or wounded you have ammunition in you, so strike with it.

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