There
I can lie,
Like a
feetless rock
My
heart bleeding against a dock
I cry
Where
are human rights?
Where
are those barking dogs
That
stole the smiles
From
weeping mothers?
Where are
those vicious figures
That
ate our flesh
With
knives and forks?
Where
are all those politicians
Who,
in the nights of their whims,
Knit
conspiracies against us?
Shuddering
kids in a chilly night
Covering
their soft bodies with a blue sky
Hoping
one day they would fight
For
freedom, dignity and right
Chewing
their little fingers
They
called: “Mummy where are you
To
soothe our injuries
To
swab our tragedies.”
By Mr ZEGGAI MIMOUN
Oujda
23/02/2014