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Miss You Can Wait
Miss, you can wait! He came in, Then never came out, I think, I believe in a few minutes, It would be over, and he would be out Thirty minutes passed, An hour Two three, then he would be free, God! It took longer, But now I think, I believe I can stress it now, That he would never be out, And it’s time to loud my voice and shout! Khashoooggi! Come out! No voice no screams, No response, no nothing, But dead total silence, And only the whistling wind, And the flying vultures, And the human hungry hyenas, And the assassins just consumed his body, Devoured him alive, And the rest just melted away in the air With no trace, no prints No nothing, no blood stains, It’s all a drought, Whom do I blame? The Istanbul Khalifa, Or the mighty Sultan with his eighteen Dober-men Or himself that he went in, In the first place? But now I doubt, He would never return, But think that there are hundreds of you, Thousands like you who did not have a chance, Like you did, to be heard, And to be celebrated, In style and what a style!
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