Where flowers are to be eaten

Poem by: Benyoucef

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

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Submitted: March 27, 2011

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Submitted: March 27, 2011

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

Where flowers are to be eaten

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Graeme Montrose

Comment | 30 words

Sun, March 27th, 2011 7:16pm

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,

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Comment | 14 words

Sun, March 27th, 2011 7:36pm

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

Phoebe Kishbaugh

Comment | 17 words

Wed, February 1st, 2012 7:37pm

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

Benyoucef

Comment | 21 words

Thu, February 2nd, 2012 11:16am

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

towers of academe

Comment | 12 words

Fri, February 24th, 2012 2:24pm

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

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Comment | 27 words

Fri, February 24th, 2012 3:12pm

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

Chris Gerard

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Mon, February 27th, 2012 4:55am

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.

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Comment | 33 words

Mon, February 27th, 2012 8:45am

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

BITSxOFxKINKY

Comment | 39 words

Tue, March 20th, 2012 12:22pm

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. :)

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Comment | 12 words

Wed, March 21st, 2012 9:00am

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

Desilu

Comment | 26 words

Thu, January 2nd, 2014 3:28am

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.
Dee.

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Thu, January 2nd, 2014 6:30am

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

unmasked delusions

Comment | 70 words

Thu, June 19th, 2014 10:01pm

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!

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Fri, June 20th, 2014 3:47pm

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