مصطفى عبدالملك الصميدي يكتب “اشتهت دم الأطفال لتنمو!!”

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جِيءَ بِهَا
عَارِيةً لا جُذُور لَها…
غُرِسَتْ عَلَى مَقَابِر الغَابِرِين،
سُقِيَتْ – غَزِيراً – بِدمَائِهمْ،
وسُمِّدَتْ بِعَفْرِ أَكفَانِهمْ زَمَنا.
كَبُرَتْ كَمَا لَمْ تَكْبر أَشَجَارُنَا المَطَرْ،
وكَثِيراً تَعمْلَقتْ فِي خَرِيفنا الأَمَرّ شَمَارِيخُهَا
الأشْوَاك.
لَمْ نَرَ لِلرّبيعِ وَجْهَاً طَبِيعِيّاً
ولا الأْسْلاف…
وإنْ جَاءَ حينَاً وَارِفَا،
أَمْسَكَتْ أَشْوَاكُهَا مَا زَرَعنَاهُ مِنْ ثَمَرْ.
سُنُونٌ طِوَال حَصَدنا الفَرَاغ…
تَكَدَّسَ بَعْده– فِي السَّاحِ – جُوعُنا.
وَلَمّا سَكَتْنَا،
عَرَّشَ فِي قوَامِهَا طَمَعُ الفُرُوع،
حَتَّى جَرَّحَ امتِدَادُهَا فُصُولَنا الأُخَرْ.
ولَمَّا نَسَيْنَا،
اِشْتَهَتْ دَمَ الأطفَالِ لِتَنْمُو دُهُوراً كَمَا تُرِيد،
لَكِنّ الله يَفْعَلُ مَا يُرِيد.

هَا هُوَ الآن يسَّاقَط ثَمَرُهَا/ دَمُنا
غداً تَعُود إلَى أصلِهَا:
﴿خَبِيثَةً اُجْتُثَّتْ مِنْ فَوْقِ الأرْضِ مَا لَهَا مِنْ قَرَار﴾.

It was brought
Leafless, rootless
Planted upon the tombs
Of those who long departed
Heavily watered with their blood
Manured with the dust of their shrouds
For decades upon decades it grew
As no rain-nourished tree had ever grown
Till its thorn-crowned shoots towered
In our bitter autumn
Never have we seen
A spring in due season
Nor our forebears
Should it, at times, come verdant
Thorns would seize the fruits we sowed
For endless years, we reaped but void
Till famine heaped itself on the ground
And when silent as the grave we kept
Its greedy branches tangled wide,
Their reach lacerating
All our other seasons
And when we neglected
It thirsted for the blood of children
That it might flourish through the ages
As it willed
Yet the Almighty does what He wills
Now behold, its fruits, our-blood-grown, fall
Tomorrow it shall return to its origin:
An evil tree, uprooted from the earth,
Rootless, unstable