Children Bearing Stones

Children Bearing Stones

Nizar Qabbani With stones in their hands, they defy the world and come to us like good tidings. They burst with anger and love, and they fall while we remain a herd of polar bears: a body armored against weather. Like mussels we sit in cafes, one hunts for a business venture one for another billion and a fourth wife and breasts polished by civilization. One stalks London for a lofty mansion one traffics in arms one seeks revenge in nightclubs one plots for a throne, a private army, and princedom. Ah, generation of betrayal, of surrogate and indecent men, generations of leftovers, we'll be swept away-- never mind the slow pace of history-- by the children bearing rocks. Zajel / An-Najah National University