The Prayer of the Dying Souls

The Prayer of the Dying Souls in Nakba

( In Arab context, Nakba means a catastrophe)

 Dying Souls were shifting their heads

 With sullen faces,

 They wish to express their grievances

 But their voices,

 Just a mere whisper

 So they look into the azure

 With a string of skeletons

 Lying around them in silent rows

 And they speak through their hearts to Azrael : 

 O Grim Reaper or Shinigami,

 Here are our souls, here are our lives , here are our rights to grow old

 With your scythe,

 Take them to the afterlife

 For we have no solace on the Terra Firma

 The grave setback, our last memory

 Will forever be etched on our skulls

 As we sleep in lethal serenity

 O Nakba, you who give innocent souls to Death

 Give not our future generation the pangs of your sting

 For our precious souls

 When taken, are a prize and atonement for anonymous sin!