كلمه منى ياريت ياعم سيبك كله هجس
الحضاره علي اعصابناشنه غاره دهس
حتي لو الحنفيات شغاله كمان باللمس
بكره نكون جوه قبرطينه مطموس طمس
وأما جنه وأما نار واحنا مغموسين غمس
الفقير عايش حياته والغني نفس الجنس
فقير وصحته وافيه وغنى بالحزن حس
يأكلها الفقير بدقه أو طعميه وعود خس
والغنى محروم أنه يأكل جسمه للعل دس
يعنى تفرق معاناماحنابناخدحمام شمس
والاشيه معدن ومرتاحين البال والنفس
وفي النهايه الحضاره كانت فعلا بالأمس
وعصرنا الحالي كله شغال بالرقص بس
ومفيش انسان له مشاعر يوم بغيره حس
سليم عواد الحويطي
شاعر الباديه مصر
A word from me, I hope, uncle, forget about the whole obsession of civilization on our nerves. An attack, a run-over raid, even if the faucets are running. Also, by touch, tomorrow we will be inside a charcoal of Qabartan, obliterated and either paradise or hell, and we are immersed in the immersion of the poor living his life, and the rich, the same sex is poor and his health is good, and he is rich in sadness, feeling that the poor eats it delicately or tastes like a stick of lettuce. And the rich is deprived that he eats his body, perhaps this means separation from us, while we take a sunbath while the things are metal, and we are at peace of mind and soul, and in the end, civilization was really yesterday, and our present era is all occupied with dancing, but no human being has the feelings of a day other than him. Sense of Salim Awad Al-Huwaiti, poet of the desert, Egypt.
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