My Crazy Neighbour
Sitting after I finished my studies
Started thinking
Looking at the closed window facing me
I wanted to write
Do I write about Life or Politics?
The drops started hitting the window
The echo made me think
I decided to write about my studies
A way of thinking
But the darkness outside that I see,
And the drops fight
Do I write anyway or fear politics?
I looked at my pens, maybe they know
I sipped some of my drink
I see the light and thunder and light dies
I ceased drinking
Maybe after all, the problem is me
People out there fight
But is fighting and killing, politics?
A feel something moving, wants to grow
How do I think?
Why my neighbour does shout? He cries.
I started thinking
"If I respected him, he would have respected me"
This savage wants to fight
I shouted, shut up I don't fight lunatics.
He saw the picture in fact I know
The picture, I think.
I draw his daughter. You bastard, he cries
I started winking
The picture offended him, I know. See
I draw what I please, my right
My freedom. Why do my hand panics?
You Stink
He entered furious pulled my shirt
Told me he will show my real sex by pulling my skirt
My hands were alert
But damn the one who is wrong is the one hurt
I am writing now my hands trembling
Why did I start it since I can't end it?
Copyright © Ahmad Magdy | Year Posted 2006
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