....... ضياع الامه والهويه اهدوا سلاما محوا القضيه..... هم كراسي لا ضمير بل خيانه انكتب تاريخهم سله قمامه. قدسنا فقد بكت جيل المهانه لا رجوله لاشجاعه لاشهامه. إذ تناجي الحرم قد كفانا العرب قد فقدوا الإمامه. انحدروا في تلاهي وهوانا كلهم الي خطا درب الندامه. اعتقدوا قربهم نيل الحصانه معتدي كيف تصافح سلاما. الدماء لم تجف اين الامانه سيدهم إذا طلب طاروا حمامه. للشعوب هم اسود لاملامه من ذبح سرنا له كما النعامه. هل نسينا دمارا وحطاما قد سرت منا القياده سهاما. قيدوا حريتنا لبس الكمامه إذ علينا طاعتهم لا كلاما. حكماء نتبع صوت الرزانه لانري لالا سمع لاكرامه. وحدتهم نبتغي لنا مكانه قد كفانا نرتدي دوما عمامه. قاتلي هل ينتزع مني غراما ياعرب ماذا نقل يوم القيامه. هم كراسي لاضمير بل خيانه انكتب تاريخهم سله قمامه. قدسنا فقد بكت جيل المهانه لارجوله لاشجاعه لا شهامه. بقلم الشاعر / سمير شراويد The loss of the nation and the identity gave a peace, erased the case. They are chairs for a conscience but rather betrayal. Their history was written in a rubbish bin, our sanctification, for the offended generation cried. For his manhood, for his bravery, not his chivalry. As you whisper the sanctuary, we have sufficed. The Arabs have lost the imamate. Descend in distraction and humiliation. All of them to the wrong path of regret. They believed their proximity to the horse. Aggressor how to shake hands peacefully. The blood has not dried where is the Secretariat. Their master asked if they flew his pigeons. People are black to expect them. Who slaughtered our secret to him as an ostrich. Have we forgotten how much destruction and debris? We have led arrows. They restricted our freedom to wear a mask. As we have to obey them, not words. Wise people follow the voice of sagacity. Because I never heard of his honor. We want their lonely place for us. We had enough to always wear a turban. Will he take a gram from me? O Arabs, what did we transfer on the day of resurrection. Written by the poet / Samir Shraweid.