ﻳﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺗﺴﺄﻟﻨﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺯﻣﻦ
ﻗﺪ ﻣﺎﺗﺖ ﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ
ﺯﻣﻦ ﻳﺄﺑﻰ ﺃﻥ ﻳﺘﻜﻠﻢ
ﺯﻣﻦ .. ﺻﺪﻗﻨﻲ ﻗﺪ ﻣﺎﺕ
ﺯﻣﻦ ﻳﺘﻜﻠﻢ ﻓﻲ ﺻﻤﺖ
ﻳﺼﺮﺥ ﺩﻭﻣﺎ ﺑﺎﻵﻫﺎﺕ
ﺯﻣﻦ ﻗﺘﻠﻮﺍ ﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ
ﻭﺍﺟﺘﺎﺣﺖ ﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻈﻠﻤﺎﺕ
ﺫﺑﺤﻮﺍ ﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺲ ﻭﺷﻨﻘﻮﺍ
ﻗﻤﺮ ﺍﻟﻔﺠﺮ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻄﺮﻗﺎﺕ
ﺗﺴﺄﻟﻨﻲ ﻋﻦ ﻃﻴﺐ ﻣﻌﺎﻥ
ﻋﻦ ﺃﻓﺮﺍﺡ ﻭﻣﺴﺮﺍﺕ
ﻓﻠﺘﺼﻤﺖ ..ﻋﻔﻮﺍ ﻟﻜﻨﻲ
ﺃﺗﺤﺴﺮ ﺃﺭﺛﻲ ﻣﺎ ﻓﺎﺕ
ﻓﻠﺘﺴﺄﻟﻨﻲ ﻋﻦ ﻋﺒﺮﺍﺕ
ﻋﻦ ﺃﻭﺟﺎﻉ ﻋﻦ ﺣﺴﺮﺍﺕ
ﻋﻦ ﺃﻃﻔﺎﻝ ﺑﺎﺗﻮﺍ ﺩﻣﺎﺀ
ﺃﻡ ﺛﻜﻠﻰ ﻭﺃﺏ ﻣﺎﺕ
ﻋﻦ ﺟﻮﺩ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﺐ ﺍﻧﺘﺤﺮ
ﻋﻦ ﺩﻣﻊ ﺯﺍﺭ ﺍﻟﻀﺤﻜﺎﺕ
ﻋﻦ ﻣﺴﻠﻢ ﻳﻘﺘﻞ ﻓﻲ ﻣﺴﻠﻢ
ﻳﺮﻗﺺ ﻓﺮﺣﺎ ..ﻳﺸﺮﺏ ﺧﻤﺮﺍ
ﻭﺃﺧﻮﻩ ﺃﺳﻴﺮ ﺍﻷﺯﻣﺎﺕ
ﻋﻦ ﺭﺟﻞ ﻳﺤﻴﺎ ﻓﻲ ﺫﻝ
ﻭﺍﻵﺧﺮ ﻳﺴﻜﻦ ﺟﻨﺎﺕ
ﺃﺿﺤﻰ ﺍﻟﺪﻡ ﺭﺧﻴﺼﺎ ﺟﺪﺍ
ﺃﺭﺧﺺ ﻣﻦ ﻗﺎﺭﻭﺭﺓ ﻣﺎﺀ
ﺑﻴﻌﺖ ﻓﻲ ﺑﻌﺾ ﻣﺤﻼﺕ
ﺳﻔﻚ ﺩﻣﺎﺀ ﺻﺎﺭ ﻏﺮﻳﺰﺓ
ﻭﺧﻴﺎﻧﺔ ﻭﻃﻦ ﺷﻬﻮﺍﺕ
ﻭﺟﻤﺎﺟﻢ ﺑﺸﺮ ﺗﺬﻛﺎﺭ
ﺃﺷﻼﺀ ﺗﻬﺪﻯ ﻛﻬﺒﺎﺕ
ﻗﻄﻊ ﺍﻟﺮﺃﺱ ﻭﺳﺠﻦ ﺍﻟﻄﻔﻞ
ﺻﺎﺭﺕ ﻟﻠﻜﻮﻥ ﻫﻮﺍﻳﺎﺕ
ﺟﺎﺭ ﻳﺴﺮﻕ ﻳﺤﺮﻕ ﺟﺎﺭﻩ
ﻭﻏﺪ ﻳﻬﺘﻚ ﻋﺮﺽ ﺍﻟﺠﺎﺭﺓ
ﺻﺎﺭﺕ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻴﻮﻡ ﺳﻤﺎﺕ
ﻓﻲ ﺳﺎﺣﺔ ﻣﺴﺠﺪ ﻭﻛﻨﻴﺴﺔ
ﻛﻢ ﺫﺑﺤﻮﺍ ﺻﻮﺕ ﺍﻟﺼﻠﻮﺍﺕ
ﺻﻠﺒﻮﺍ ﻋﻨﺪ ﺍﻟﻔﺠﺮ ﺩﻋﺎﺀﺍ
ﻭﻣﺮﺍﺗﻊ ﻓﺴﻖ ﻭﻓﺠﻮﺭ
ﺻﺎﺭﺕ ﺗﺸﻔﻲ ﻣﻦ ﻋﻼﺕ
ﻳﺄﺗﻲ ﺷﺨﺺ ﻋﻨﺪ ﺟﻨﺎﺯﺓ
ﻳﻨﺼﺐ ﺃﺿﻮﺍﺀﺍ ﻭﻳﻘﻴﻢ
ﻓﻲ ﻭﺳﻂ ﺩﻣﻮﻉ ..ﺣﻔﻼﺕ
ﺃﺳﻔﻲ ..ﺁﻻﻑ ﺍﻟﻤﺮﺍﺕ
ﻛﺎﻥ ﺑﻴﻮﻡ ﻻ ﺃﺫﻛﺮﻩ
ﻳﻔﺪﻱ ﺍﻟﺠﺎﺭ ﺃﺧﺎﻩ ﺑﺮﻭﺣﻪ
ﻭﻳﺪﺍﻓﻊ ﻋﻨﻪ ﺑﺜﺒﺎﺕ
ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻗﻄﺮﺓ ﺩﻡ ﺗﻜﻔﻲ
ﻟﺘﻘﻴﻢ ﻣﺌﺎﺕ ﺟﻨﺎﺯﺍﺕ
ﻣﺼﺮﻳﺔ ﺇﻥ ﻇﻤﺄﺕ ﻳﻮﻣﺎ
ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺗﺴﻘﻰ ﻣﺎﺀ ﻓﺮﺍﺕ
ﻭﻧﺨﻴﻞ ﺍﻟﻨﻴﻞ ﺑﻠﺒﻨﺎﻥ
ﻃﻴﻦ ﻓﻠﺴﻄﻴﻦ ﺑﺴﻮﺩﺍﻥ
ﻳﺤﻜﻲ ﻋﺒﻘﺎ ﻭﺣﻜﺎﻳﺎﺕ
ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻮﺕ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﺭﺽ ﺑﻼﺩﻱ
ﻭﺍﺳﺘﺸﻬﺎﺩ ﺻﻮﺏ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺩﻱ
ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺗﺪﻋﻰ ﺑﻜﺮﺍﻣﺎﺕ
ﻛﻢ ﻏﺎﺭ ﺍﻟﺮﺟﻞ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻭﻃﻨﻪ
ﻳﻌﺮﻑ ﻛﻞ ﺣﺼﺎﺓ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ
ﻳﺤﺼﻲ ﺛﺮﺍﻫﺎ ﺑﺎﻟﺤﺒﺎﺕ
ﻭﺍﻟﻴﻮﻡ ﺟﻌﻠﻨﺎ ﻏﺮﺑﺎﺀ
ﺍﺗﺴﺎﺋﻞ ﻋﻦ ﺟﺎﻥ ..ﻗﺎﺗﻞ
ﻛﻲ ﺃﻟﻘﻲ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﺜﺮﺍﺕ
ﻟﻜﻦ ﻳﺎﻭﻳﺤﻲ ..ﻟﻦ ﺃﻧﻄﻖ
ﺃﺳﻔﻲ ﺁﻻﻑ ﺍﻟﻤﺮﺍﺕ
ﻓﻠﺘﻤﺶ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻷﺳﻮﺍﻕ
ﻭﻟﺘﺴﺄﻝ ﺃﻫﻞ ﺍﻷﺳﻮﺍﻕ
ﻋﻦ ﺃﻫﻠﻚ ﺃﻭ ﺣﺘﻰ ﻛﻮﺧﻚ
ﺍﺳﺄﻟﻬﻢ ﺃﻳﻦ ﺍﻟﻄﺮﻗﺎﺕ
ﺍﺳﺄﻟﻬﻢ ﻋﻦ ﻧﻮﺭ ﺍﻟﻘﻤﺮ
ﻫﻞ ﺣﻘﺎ ﻗﺪ ﺷﻨﻖ ﻭﻣﺎﺕ؟ !
ﺍﺳﺄﻝ ﻋﻦ ﺃﺧﺘﻚ ﺃﻧﻮﺍﺭ
ﻋﻦ ﺃﻣﻚ ﻋﻦ ﻛﻞ ﺍﻟﺪﺍﺭ
ﻋﻦ ﺇﺻﻴﺺ ﻣﻦ ﺃﺯﻫﺎﺭ
ﺗﺮﻙ ﻗﺪﻳﻤﺎ ﻳﻮﻡ ﺭﺣﻴﻠﻚ
ﺻﺪﻗﻨﻲ ﻟﻦ ﺗﻠﻤﺢ ﺇﻻ
ﺑﻌﺾ ﺁﺛﺎﺭ ﻣﻦ ﻗﺒﻼﺕ
ﻭﻧﺸﻴﺪ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﺖ ﺍﻟﻤﻬﺠﻮﺭ
ﻟﻦ ﻳﺤﻜﻲ ﻏﻴﺮ ﺍﻷﻧﺎﺕ
ﻻ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺱ ﻛﻤﺎ ﺍﻟﺒﺸﺮ ﻋﻠﻤﻨﺎ
ﺻﺮﻧﺎ ﺑﺎﻟﻐﺎﺏ ﺯﺭﺍﻓﺎﺕ
ﻋﻨﻖ ﻓﻮﻕ ﺍﻟﺸﺠﺮ ﻭﻟﻜﻦ
ﺗﻠﻚ ﻭﺭﺍﺛﺔ ..
ﻧﺤﻦ ﻧﺨﺎﻑ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺤﺸﺮﺍﺕ
ﺧﻠﻨﺎ ﺃﻧﺎ ﻧﻌﻴﺶ ﺑﺠﺒﻞ
ﻟﻜﻦ ﻣﻮﻗﻌﻨﺎ ﺍﻟﻮﻫﺪﺍﺕ
ﻭﺍﻟﺤﻔﺮ ﺍﻟﺴﻮﺩﺍﺀ ﻫﻨﺎﻙ ..
ﺧﻠﻨﺎﻫﺎ ﺍﻟﻴﻮﻡ ﺳﻤﺎﻭﺍﺕ
ﻭﻇﻨﻨﺎ ﺃﻧﺎ ﺑﺎﻟﻤﺎﺿﻲ
ﻧﺤﻴﺎ ﻭﻗﺪ ﺃﻫﻤﻠﻨﺎ ﺍﻵﺕ
ﻓﺮﺟﺎﺀ ﻣﻨﻲ ﻏﺎﺩﺭﻧﺎ
ﺫﺍﻙ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﺣﻘﺎ ﻣﺎﺕ
ﺃﻧﺖ ﻧﻘﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﺐ ﻓﻼ
ﺗﺄﻣﻦ ﻏﺪﺭ ﺍﻟﺤﻤﻘﺎﻭﺍﺕ
ﺣﺘﻰ ﺇﻥ ﻛﻦ ﺟﻤﻴﻼﺕ