Zwaar verbitterd om het kwaad wat mensen elkaar aandoen
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...that fell, for a body strewn like fragments of a mirror,
Here we ask, oh my love
Was this your grave
Or the grave of Arab nationalism?
I won't read history after today,
My fingers are burned, my clothes bedecked with blood,
Here we are entering the stone age...
Each day we regress a...