"No one will defeat me, and I won't defeat anyone," said the masked security guard who was allocated to a mysterious task. He fired on air and said: " The bullet should only know who is my enemy." The air fired back with a same bullet. The unemployed passengers didn't care what the security guard is thinking of; the security guard who is also unemployed like them, but he's looking for his private war since he didn't find the peace to defend! He looked at the sky and saw it naked and clear, and because he didn't like poetry he didn't see it as a mirror of the sea. He was hungry and felt more hungry when he smells Alfalafel* so he felt that his rifle humiliates him. He fired on the sky , so maybe a vine of heaven's grape will fall on him. A same bullet fired back on him, so it fired up his repressed desire to fight and he went to an imaginary war and said: " finally, I've got a job. It is the war ," and he fired on another masked security guard, and wounded his imaginary enemy while he was slightly shot in his leg. And when he came back to his house in the camp reclining on his riffle, he found the house full of mourners, so he smiled because he thought they thought he was a martyr and said: " I didn't die" and when they told him he is the murderer of his brother, he looked at his riffle with contempt and said : "I'll sell it to buy by its price a shroud that befits my brother". ( Mahmoud Darwish)--a Palestinian poet
This is a fascinating poem on war which i liked to translate to you to ask some questions about the philosophy of war. What's the war ? is it a job like any other job , a mission , or what? the poem speaks ironically of the absurdity of war and how it might be for " unemployee" and who didn't find a peace to defend. What do u think of it ?