Refaat Alareer’s "Drenched"
I'm going to recite another poem by Rafat Alarir called drenched on the shores of the Mediterranean I saw humanity drenched in salt, face down, dead eyes gouged, hands up to the sky, praying or trembling in fear. I could not tell. The sea, harsher than the heart of an Arab, dances soaked with blood. Only the pebbles. Wet only the pebbles. All the perfumes of Arabia will not grace the rot Israel breeds