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Who will die tonight?

Fadwa Soleiman

Who will die tonight?
Tonight
we hear the voices of machine guns
not death's footsteps
Who guides the bullet to choose who dies?
The one who fires the gun?
The bullet?
Death itself?
The one who dies?
Or you, hiding we don't know where,
or you, who we call by name?
Who will rest among us?
The sniper?
The bullet?
The one who stays behind to count the dead
or the one who waits because the sniper missed his target?
The one far away struck with sadness
not knowing why
or the one who died?
All my grief!
Dear world, dear universe
they were killed
they were killed
good people killed by other good people
Is there a candle in this darkness?
Is there a guide for those who leave tonight so they'll arrive at the threshold of light?
and not at the threshold of new darknesses?
Where are we?
And who are we?
And where does this path lead?
Is time moving through us
while it starts and ends with us?
Will it leave with us to reach a different time?
Dear world, dear universe
I would like to swim in you like an invisible seed
inaudible too
but felt
I would like to leave this place
I would like to climb toward you, toward you