My Words

I have seen al the fires burning And I am satisified With my words Calling men to worship again. You cannot worship without fire It was never in your nature Until you forget What my poem reminded you of. They saw my words And said it was the spring, But Arabs took the street And found no flowers for peace For deceit was everywhere. The sea cannot quench my words There is so much now to cleanse I love a poem When it sterilizes us at funerals. It is time to say farewell I loved them too Nobody will sing like them again We lost them both so young So you understand Why my poems are old With eyes and natural strength like Moses They made the promised land Naked to the eyes.