middleeasternpoetry:

Every time a dictator falls from the throne of history, embellished with our tears, I clap my hands until they glow red. But back home when I turn on the television; another dictator flows from the mouths of the people… from a screen glowing with cheers. I die with laughter at my naive self; tears burn my eyes until they glow red. - Adnan Al-Sayegh 

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