A Chilly Night


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.”



Oujda 23/02/2014

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