Warriors
Are treated as tho'
They are the noblest of all,
And their endeavors,
Cause for
Justice and glory.
Behold!
They are indeed
Murders,
War-mongers and
Brutal savages.
They...
Plant mines
In the land
Instead of
Flowers and grain,
Exhort one another
To retaliation,
Prosecution
and
Provocation,
Act corruptly by
Destroying the crops
And cattle farms.
In vanity and
Wrongfulness,
They devour
property of others.
Poverty, Famine,
Starvation and Calamity,
Yet
Large sum are invested in
Armament and wars.
Sociability is prohibited in the
Penal code of God
This is indeed a false statement
And a manifest calumny…
Lo! Sociability is the jewel of
Mutual understanding and peace.
Prophets, Poets, and
Philosophers
Live in destitute and adversity.
Hypocrites,
Users, and Defrauders
Live in luxury and lavishness…
Philanthropists
Are bitterly opposed
And accused of
Exploiting with popularity.
Politicians
Confound
Truth
with
Falsehood
To justify
Their indecency.
Capitalists
Contaminate
and
Pollute
The environment to
Multiply their wealth…
Man
Wonders
and
Mourns
In anguish
Because of
This misery.
He alone
is
Responsible
For the misery,
As good deeds
are not
Appreciated
nor
Rewarded.
Traveling
Rises to the
Lure of my desire
To explore
So I migrate from one country to another
All countries are
My habitation
And my expatriation
For I am still without a home
In spite of my pilgrimage….
Alone,
Away from the
Haven of warmth,
Domicile of the sun,
Land of the prophets…
A refugee,
Without protection,
Living
in
Torn tent
Through a
Moonless night,
Where day passes away
And seasons withdraw,
To remain winter
Without rain.
A vagrant,
Bearing the burden
of this
Oppressed time
And the remnants
of the
Scattered crystal,
I traveled,
With my only concern,
The return…
The mice that
Flee in terror
from
Mephistopheles'' cats,
Sneak into the
houses of authority
like evil rats…
Hydra splatters and
Puffs poison around
Promising that
Peace
Can be found…
The world
Lets us go to war
And destroy the star
of the Tigris
(The cradle of
civilizations
and history…)
When we do that and
Gain victory,
We, the immortals,
The testing mice,
will rejoice
And all will feast and dance
Woe unto this world
That is ruled by hooligans!
The two serpents
Serving the
Lord of magicians…
I am the poet who
Calls the believers.
Let us all plant
Love and flowers.
Sadly,
