Sleep and death is a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

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

We were asleep until death woke us up.
We fought for our childhood in prisons to raise our voices.
Then we planted the fields with palm trees, olives, figs, and berries.
Then iron, diamonds and rubies melted.
The martyr children were decorated with crowns, a musk, and good words.
Martyrs are children in eternal paradise, they are a disgrace crimes against the occupier until annihilation by their deaths.
The end of the occupier will inevitably be in the belly of the whale.