Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Elections & wrathful River

They will go election
To choose bad and mad,
They go election
For whom would they vote?
Monkeys never had exception
My coat further than bore had
Is it truly interruption?
Yes, it is a hard mission.
To choose who has a savage intention
But let it always intervention
To stop this mockable superstition
To whom is the mission?
Let's ten years burned under the sun
Let's a singed loaf of bread we eat
Just to live in dignity
To wear nothing
But to live proud
Our orchard has shattered walls
Our camel died
Iraq after occupation died forever
By their azure fingerprint
They would spot the freedom
O, my Tigris River
For what do you wait?
Are you sill humorous?
No, you may stop your waves…
You may cry and shout
Enough to be always sage
You may weed out the blight
You may flood again
To take away the heap of mud
To clear out the desert
O, the wrathful River
Root up the red-handed
Root up every prison they built
Root up their deceptive skies
Sweep away their houses and their livestock
To be clear out from Satan
Release the shackled hands   
Return each absent back to his mother.
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For a long time you haven’t flood
Flood it, don't be afraid
Flood it and release my poems
Flood it to purify the conscience  
Flood it, don't be lazy or laggard
And I shall sacrifice you by my life
Ask them…
Do they have a real decision?
Lining up they go election!
Ask them not to dance on thy waterside
O, my dreamy River
O, my sad River
O, the eternal River
You many not die
You inspire my freedom
You are a half of my life
You should never depart
Your tune should never die
And I shall wait you forever.