The black hole a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

[M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.]

The black hole

 

We passed through our problems and our dangers.

We passed the black hole that was waiting.

Whether in the north or southward direction.

The sky then rained profusely.

Then the free soldiers raised with the sign of victory that shown on their faces and around them.

Then the cockroaches and fleas came out of the palace bitterly ravaging being on their ways.

And there were no longer lives among the beings forever.

Then the fields were filled with joy for the peasants, the agricultural machinery and the harvest were in their bountiful. And the sky was glowing with the sun, the stars and the moon illuminating the dark skies of the nights. What was the black hole all about? It was to test the faiths of the soldiers. Are you a soldier who fights to the last man? You now know how to get out of any black holes in your life.