Kristaq F. Shabani Miqte e Forumit
Numri i postimeve : 11718 Age : 65 Vendi : Gjirokaster, Albania Profesioni/Hobi : Poetry Registration date : 04/07/2008
| Titulli: IAPWA Pegasi FIRST IT WAS YOU THEN CAME OBAMA byBegzad Baliu Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:22 pm | |
| Begzad BALIU
Translated from: Abdullah Aliu
FIRST IT WAS YOU THEN CAME OBAMA
This poem dedicated to Kosovar people, President Obama and King of Pop Michael Jackson First it was you then came Obama (Michael Jackson, 04th of July 2012) Happy, happy for happy God* In this world has sun, eyes and tears And days marked on earth It has July 4th, November 28th Has George Washington, Ismail Qemail has haven't being and god has given us
the darkest night separates the sky on twain lights came out and sun made up your prayers goes down as a koran verses and lots of hands, lots of eyes towards the sky and their pupil filled with pain and hope
open hell and let your voice blast open sky to see the message of our century for earth, for peace, for guiltiness My King! Amen!
Michael First it was you then came Obama Kosova was somewhere in the middle of father and son and holy spirit Amen!
Our God praying for rain (even when the sun was pointed by my eyes) praying for Earth (even when I have lost gravitation between me and her! praying for sky (even when Serb put a knife on my neighbour’s throat) praying with you: The crying earth the weeping shores?** When train filled with last Kosova’s inhabitants departs for nowhere! Forgive me Michael, but The heavens are falling down** Forgive me on your 3rd death anniversary! Forgive me tonight, the night of july 4th My King Amen Our God Friday’s morning praying for you (and the grass dew) praying for you (and the white milk on the belly’s woman) praying for you (and the muddy’s salt of sea in infinity) praying for you (and bloody lips of children) praying for you (inflamed eyes of peace warriors) praying for you (and the bird knocks on the dried tree of park) praying for you (and the injured bird on the dried tree) praying for you (and the withered flower on the window) praying for you (and the dried tree on the Eiden’s Garden) My King Amen
Michael, Don’t know if we were your dream Or her consequence Don’t know Bend over the land of kosova and pray Happy, happy for happy God* lights came out and sun made up*! First it was you then came Obama Kosova was somewhere in the middle of father and son and holy spirit haven't being and god has given us*! Amen
Our God (I think about the generations and they say they want to make it a better place for our children and our children's children so that they know it's a better world for them and I think they can make it a better place)**
I’m calling witness my feather and ink And the thing that is written with feather Calling witness the unsafe darkness of dusk And night And everything she heals; Calling witness the moon when it heaves And the dawn when is whiten; Calling witness the day of calamity And the soul who reprove himself; Calling witness the time Beginning and the end of everything That every man is always in come down***
Michael First it was you, then came Obama Kosova was somewhere in the middle of father and son and holy spirit Amen!
Prishtine, 4th of July 2012 *Verses from Albanian’s epos ** Verses from Michael Jackson’s song ***Verses from Holly Koran, translated from Esat Mekuli and Tajar Hatipi ****for choosing Verses of Michael Jackson’s song I had my daughter support Bardha. | |
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