Mahmoud Darwish demands that poetry have a political role
Our poems are without colour,
Without bite without sound.
If you do not carry the lamp from house to house,
And if simple people understand not their meaning,
It were best we scatter them to the winds
And abide for ever in silence.
If only these verses
Were a chisel in the grip of a worker,
A grenade in the name of a fighter.
If only these verses,
If only these words
Were a plough in the hands of a peasant......
from On Poetry
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