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All the wars of the world

The shout

I am the black child
At the bottom of your TV
Who dies of hunger
And of all diseases
Natural and manufactured,
Faced with indifference
The indifference of your World
Your civilized world

I am the Jew
At the bottom of your memory
Once deported,
Denounced, hunted, broken,
Faced with indifference
The indifference of your World
Your civilized world

I am the Palestinian
Without land or house
Only remain my rage
And the stone in my hand
Faced with indifference
The indifference of your World
Your civilized world

I am all women,
All women raped
In the at the border of your wars
Pain without substance or limit !
In the indifference
The indifference of your World
Your civilized world

I am all butchered,
In the name of God
I’m all tortured,
In the folds of darkness
I am all injured,
Those who do not have money
To pay for their rights
I’m the drugged children
Sent to the front
I am all marginals,
I am all going barefoot
I am minorities
Visible and Invisible
I am the voice of silence
I am the fear sleeping in you
I am your unknown, your foreign
I am all your woes

I am you
Powerless,
In front of my TV,
I am you, without emotion,
Guilty of indifference
Victim of me, felling so well,
In my civilized world

Exile

Those small things
Which in small doses
Weave life,
Hereby
They deposited and failed me,
Here am i, a survivor,
Far away, elsewhere,
Surrounded with other customs

I am alone
O so much alone
As an island
An old sober and stony island
Which on an impetuous sea,
Dances and waddles
Behind a veil of fog

And these are some mornings
When, with red and salted eyes,
I get up of my nuptial truce
With this feeling
Of disenchantment:

My home is not here
My home is not overthere

Reminiscence

Ingenuous reminiscence
Conscious reminiscence
Of my blackness
Tasty reminiscence
Odorous reminiscence

Unexpected visitor
You come from there towards me
As the Garonne comes up
When it is full,
On the banks of its bed.
You go up,
Like a decided sea
In my closed eyes
You flood my mouth
And My head,
You run through my veins,

Black reminiscence
Coloured reminiscence
Of my blackness
Tasty reminiscence
Odorous reminiscence

Salutary reminiscence
Who inflates my heart
With soft nostalgias
Of delicious spleen
And of so much of simple things
Of which greatness
Remains and resists,
Like the memory
Of great heroes,

To the attacks of the years
And of this overrated life
Who gently
Suffocate us
In the languorous embrace
Of its long and treacherous arms

Salutary reminiscence.

Blues, my friend

It is never that far away
That you go
When I chase you away

It is never for a long time
That you leave
Blues my friend,

I like to pull you out
From my old entrails
Tired by life

I also love as much
When you come back to me
As a tormented demon

Who tries to find
The old house
That you had always haunted

Blues my friend,
You need me
To sing you

And i need you
To knead
My moods, my misfortunes

Blues my friend,
With you by my side,
And my old guitar,

I am most
Miserable and over living
Of all the men

Vertigo / A danse with emptyness

Vertigo / A danse with emptyness

And then, here is my whole world
That, such the time in the tomb
Suddenly stops and freezes
At my feet, space.
It dances, wobbles and spins around
And in my head there is dread.

At my feet space,
It is coming to me !
Such a fury, it is coming to me !
Such a greedy sea,
Such a shaken sea !
The saline spine of its foam
Catch my body petrified
By the ambient fog

The bottom of the huge belly
Fed with thousand madnesses
Attracts me in its entrails
I struggle, I battle
Grabbing a delusive balance
But my resistance is miserable

Very alas! My efforts are vain
By space I am taken
I am taken by is arm
In a rambling ballet
Who rocks me, tosses me around,
Such an old saoule small boat
Sailing on the fleet,
Dragged by the heave

Conquered by his brutal force
And seeing my fatal defeat
I give myself up to his please
I devote myself and lose grip
And it is while I saw
Hidden in his falls
The dizzy intensity
Of his silent beauties

So, with space I dance
I dance, and I dance
And the world turns,
Spin and turn
Now I have no more harm
Now I have no more edge

© Theo BAMARA – 2007
From «ALL THE WARS IN THE WORLD …
are in my heart – Poems in Red»

…Et beatus sum

…Et beatus sum

I hear the sea
Under your arms
Love and extended
Call me to fall
Into their echoes
And the peaceful sky,
Naked, without storm
Not even a cloud,
Rock us with its sweet cantata
And from your brow heady
I can see, running away,
Thousands of stars
In euphoria …

© Theo BAMARA – 2007 From «ALL THE WARS OF THE WORLD … Are in my heart – Poems in Red “