Where flowers are to be eaten

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's the finest description I could make about my country

It’s where the black sweat of the earth
Is thought to be blood
And that liquid through our veins
Is thought to be mud
Blood banks will never supply us
In spite of the flood
Yet,here we are wasting our bullets
In vampire season
Here in my country
Where flowers
Are to be eaten
It’s where the line between the sexes
Is colored in pink
Because of law washing religion
In a feminine ink
Along with dishes men are rinsing
Their pride in the sink
Amazon is not a myth
And you know the reason
It’s in my country
Where flowers
Are to be eaten
It’s where a pillow is nothing more
Than a colorless wall
So when you sleep your dreams will take
An actual fall
Don’t be surprised whenthat occurs
It’s destined to all
When your deserves and what you hope
Are not even even
You’re in my country
Where flowers
Are to be eaten
It’s where happened more than three strikes
But no one was out
Because of claiming for the right
And having a doubt
Stopping what’s already stopped
Is what the story about
And so, the wheelchair is stuck
For this paralyzed region
Which is my country
Where flowers
Are to be eaten
It’s where death is the only drug
That is still safe from expense
Compared to life with all its madness
It will always make sense
So when you find only one spot
Where they have lowered the fence
Will you escape to where you know
That life will not sweeten?
Out of my country
Where flowers
Are to be eaten
It’s where a dream can only be
Immaculately conceived
Over here it was neglected
Overseas is believed
And after all, the dream of dreming
Is what have been achieved
To redefine sleep is an act
Of national treason
Here in my country
Where flowers
Are to be eaten
It’s where a million dead have built
All our leaders and thrones
And where we’re still trying to fly
Using featherless bones
Cash can never be extracted
From our history loans
So, grave digging is still alive
Because our memory won’t weaken
Here in my country
Where flowers
Are to be eaten
A pretty seed can only grow
To a devilish plant
We know the way to raise a rose
But this gardener can’t
We stay aside without a job
Yet we suffer and pant
And when the harvest time will come
We’ll be brutally beaten
Because those flowers will eventually
Need to be eaten

Submitted: March 28, 2011

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Graeme Montrose

A powerful piece of poetry! You manage to cover a lot within these words! emotion is present, meaning, the words flow in a smooth ebb, easy to the tongue, excellent,

Mon, March 28th, 2011 2:16am


Thank you so much,you cannot believe how much it means to a beginner

Sun, March 27th, 2011 7:36pm

Marcele Rose

this is really good, i love your clever words and comparisons and imagery...you are quite talented

Thu, February 2nd, 2012 3:37am


Thanks phoebe, you know these are baby steps I'm taking, and receiving such support can only help me improve.Thanks again

Thu, February 2nd, 2012 7:16pm

towers of academe

Is this Morocco, Algeria? Something's going on. a thought provoking piece. Salut.

Fri, February 24th, 2012 10:24pm


Algeria, but the website doesn't have Algeria in the subscription options, so I had to sign up for the closest country, hence Morocco, Thanks for the comment

Fri, February 24th, 2012 3:12pm

Chris Gerard

Fantastic work Benyoucef, and I would guess English isn't your first language, or even your second. Incredible and painful recent history, Algeria, and still going on, which you describe so well. I've followed your country's story since reading Camus a long long time ago. I hope good times are on the way.

Mon, February 27th, 2012 12:55pm


In fact, english is my third language if you will after arabic and french, but I'm not that good at french, so In write poetry in the other two, thanks for the comment

Mon, February 27th, 2012 8:45am


excellent ineresting intense and profound great write .... Oh By The Way .. We Have Plenty of New Writes Up and of Course Loads of Older Ones You May of Missed Reading if You Would Like To Visit Us And Browse. :)

Tue, March 20th, 2012 7:22pm


Thanks, and I'll be interested to take a look at those writings

Wed, March 21st, 2012 9:00am


This is really powerful writing.
The message is clear.
You are an excellent poet,Benyoucef.
I will remember this poem,it has affected me deeply.

Thu, January 2nd, 2014 11:28am


Thanks Dee, I appreciate it, this was the first poem I've ever written in english

Thu, January 2nd, 2014 6:30am

unmasked delusions

This is so neat- I forgot how much I love your writing. Oh and I just realized I never commented on this- this was great work. The words really hit me- it was so powerful and clever. Oh and I was reading your comments I didn't know English was your third language- or that this was your first piece in English- wow! Thats even better, thats amazing great work here!

Fri, June 20th, 2014 5:01am


Thank you for encouraging and inspiring me to keep writing, I think I might have a surprise for you in a bit.

Fri, June 20th, 2014 3:47pm

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