My soul is a desert of ice
Where on her tired body graze
Thousands of groans...
Every second, millions of memories are torn
My memories are a tape of tragedies
In the time of false terminology,
This reminds me of Samaritan
And his golden calf
Dragging a herd of blind people
To the Black House Square
Kneeling to a god of illusions
On top of it, Lucifer sews his Jesuit talismans
To transform brains into a donkey’s
And clone a generation of lost people.
In the ominous time of globalization,
Promising them and awakening their desires
Then he gets away.
When his teeth are broken full of whetted mould
Leaving behind him victims with no identity that shelters them
No sky that wipes off the tears of their confusion
I caught the Crescent one evening.
Full of grief
They said...
A terrorist or a crazy man
They weaved charges.
Wrapped up with charges
On top of it are trumped-up charges of Talmudic agony
They spread the wicked news
On the high seas
And the wasteland tunnels
They set up black flags
On my grave
Before they hang me
They hanged my blood
They hanged my mouth
They hanged the smile in my liver
They slaughtered all my senses
Before I see the light in my children's eyes
They pelted my soul
With spears made in my forgotten homeland
They killed me
I wish they'd killed me
But they killed my heart
With my own countries’ hands
Rabat 15/07/2010