They kneel to other powers
we hesitate and fear the cost
to like a facebook friend
daring to speak out.
Laws grow and restrict
deny us free speech
our rights are strangled cries
on the vine of foreign might.
We head to the abyss
democracy is fading here
soon we will feel the rage
of fascist boots in our face.
Do we shrink ourselves
reduce the target we became
no keffiyeh or land rights badge
no words against abuse.
Once proud of standing out
there is disquiet in our hearts
will we be silenced next
our past, a crime in this new state.
ECSTASY
O morning breeze of West and South Asia
Let my soul sip sherbet
From your breasts like lily of the Incas
Nightingale of the night,
The aroma of your voice,
So sweet and soothing as the Messiah's breath
Is the seven goddesses of Hellenistic World's melody
And your sable tresses ,
Full of Flowers of Taif
Whose fragrance,
Is the royal perfume of the Pharaohs
Lull my inner sorrows to repose
Mi orgullo and drighten of my soul ,
In the sea of grief - I crave for solace from you - please do not forsake me !
Here's a keffiyeh - here's a thobe or kandura
Wear them!
Your curvy body I yearn to see
Into your heart's prison,
I am girded - Please keep me from the world of separation
With your love,
Neither world nor family is needed
For to your soul I am entangled in saecula saeculorum.
In the semi-arid suburb, Medina,
A high pitch of sound echoed.
It dopplered through misty shrubs.
A helical dawn goes tidally.
The Pathfinder: stepped,
deep nodded, starry-eyed,
Scarfed fragrant keffiyeh.
Reeled a full throttle of forgiven,
Headed to his students.
The teaching of liberty,
Primed course of life.
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