فاجعه

I am not a story you can tell Nor a melody you can chant I am not a sound you can hear Or a thing for you to watch Nor something that you know of (Yet) I am the common pain (So) scream my name A Table to work on A Job to buy a bed with A Bed to get sleep on A Sleep to keep living on A Life to die for A Death to be remembered Remembering because of a stone This has been life These are strange days... We have endured disasters We have suffered loneliness And now We pulse At the bottom of the ashes These are strange days...