Yassin's Poems


While I am silent,
My heart is boiling,
My eyes are raining bloody tears.
What is my pain?
Why do I cry silently?
Only I know.

Please don’t ask me,
It’s hurting my heart.
Talking brings no relief,
All is difference and contention.
It’s a serious crisis.
It’s cancer.
If we do not end it
Surely it will end us.

1993 by Yassin Aref



February 4, 2008

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