Smell Of Violence Poem by Rafik Romdhani

Ifeel the smell
Ofhell and violence
War on us all from all
Violence grows whiskers
Enemies of pen
Sowers of pain
Nag your days 'n preen their feathers
While you lumber under strain.
Ifeel all is warring all
All are losing control
Violence is nearing by inches
The wheel of blame
Of course teachers!
Enemies of light play the filthy game
Kill that liveliness
And rob that taste
For the remaining tomorrows.
Ifeel death
On my way to Life
On my way to school
I feel the heart much as a cloud
Laden not with rain not with hail
But with voices and endless lists of names
Backbiters in the neighborhoods a bonus
I feel the bird and the book
Are detained and deported lands away
So what is gonna happen next?
Stoning teachers to death
Tracking the down and vilifying them
Looming ignorance
Is stroking the head of youth
And blinding parenthood into truculence
I feel and see
The scarring on a colleague's face
The swelling of another's eye
And what's more than this
The life in the womb
Is turned off and made a tomb
All I need to know is why
They look at us with disgrace
And hate us like no one.