It was Yesterday
By Palestinian Poet Rasha Mansour
Narrated by Anne Chatfield
Yesterday the Newspapers published
That 365 days have disappeared into Bermuda Triangle
under unknown circumstances.
No courts , no strikes , no curfews
no condolences.
My brother didn’t care
about the latest news.
He was drinking a cup of harmony,
in the Czech Republic.
My parents also had no idea __
They were renewing their life agreement in the Red Sea.
At once I washed my heart ,
dressed for the unknown ,
to sway gently with the new year.
Astrologers occupied TV channels,
holding the future in their hands
While I was playing the flute
to create a melody for horoscopes.
Scientists , businessmen , superstars
were interested in reporting the year end numbers .
Yet, I was interested in counting the inhabitants of my heart.
Renting a room on the moon
is not impossible
when you have the Pfizer GreenCard
At New Year`s Eve
The mask is more important than glamoure
as
Positive is more barbaric than Negative.
Just now, at the New Year`s Eve,
I can establish the Old republic of isolation
making the newest pandemic the national anthem.