The goal of love, peace – in fact – ✍️ Yasser zain al -Abidin, the lawyer
Human association with its homeland is purely and emotional
Adem’s love is a love story that abundantly inspires rain
A seed, God sown in the soul, clear
Do not mix with fertilizers, nor aperitifs or omit
The tyrant like the Nadia sea is like the rain
Al -Watan or Raoum, we warm it from winter
We go there from the burden and the exhausting life
He refers to fatigue, suffering from very strong patience
In this document, we laugh if the calamities are exceeded and increased
Strongly and suffer
We feel the air, we walk in his land, Nesher
In his eyelids, the watch
A person always deviates from seriousness, comes out
On the natural path with commitment
This increases the dust of a struggle to dominate each time
He restores the course of an old renewed conflict
Alana, is growing, continues to grow
People have dispersed dispersion and fragmentation categories
They disagree, the contradiction becomes a reality
Everyone thinks that merit, the right advantage to judge
Of the advantage, the most worthy or better is relative
Everyone is rooted in their idea despite their impurities
He imposes his power to continue to govern any understanding
He can impose it with terrorism, deception or lie
Both are iniquity that strikes the nature of credibility
Most people are not concerned about conflicts and its nature
They do not know the names, no sites, no ideas
They know their simple coherent, without complications
Their fields, their animals, whose birds are not serious
The earth is of him of his foam, his onions and his holiness
Ali is signed a pillow thrown with a little time
It is not known (thread), nor (munqa) or (barma)
What (Hamdouk) wants why and what
A verb and what are his thoughts
His needs are simple, small ideas and others
Its wishes are limited
Dreaming of a coil until the sun is shining
Bushra al -nour is broken, dark, you get up
Dreams Day Clear Day
He does not want the fire to alienation covers and moves
Neither fear nor threat in the night of the night
There is no pressure for him at night at night
Part of the pillow, return to dear memories
Damn the generalized human ambitions without law
The spark is burned and transformed it into fire
He does not preach through experiences, history does not read
Adjust ideas, concepts and scales
When the war puts its ministers, are we going to do it?
We modify actions that take carrots and diaspora
We must learn from our experiences and days
The question (is the coil of red without an appointment)
If that was the case, war would not have turned
(O ritni, if I liked a moment of my badri) …
We sang it, we did not mean to say its meaning and the depth of its words
Let’s keep him so that he does not surreptitiously flee
Do not be a plot, a greed or a partisanry
The healthy person preached experiences, and he did not think
Things are things that are not certain
Crazy constant in the costume
(O ritni, if I liked a moment of my badri)
(If) the calamity of us and the work of Satan
Because we did not love ourselves as it should be
We didn’t love each other
If we did, we would not be in this miserable situation
Is it not (the goal of love, peace), as we have come to
Our poet Awad Ahmed Khalifa
