Scramble is a prehistoric game
Taking sercice of civilization
Having service of twenty seven thousand years
Shall retire at fifty seven thousand
Primitive people goes on, Neanderthal – Homo sapiens
Look of his eyes are tired, dejected
Tired watch of one life
Sends the hands of the watch to
Twelve strikes of peace treaty
But it doesn’t make sound
Even when it makes, it sounds like bomb
In exaltation of weapon
Laments of life upbraiding of Palestines
Hissing of Gujrat cobra
The Shehnai melody in the clocks
Cannot sharpen the senses
Civilization folds its fists
Hands over the bags – umbrella – glasses of tours
by Salem Suleri