A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And

Our Shouting Is Louder Than Our Actions, Our Swords Are Taller Than Us, This Is Our Tragedy. In Short We Wear The Cape Of Civilisation But Our Souls Live In The Stone Age

O Sultan, My Master, If My Clothes Are Ripped And Torn It Is Because Your Dogs With Claws Are Allowed To Tear Me.

We Killed You And It Was Not New For Us, We Killed The Companions Of The Prophet And The Friends Of God. O How Many Messengers Did We Slay? O How Many Imams? We Killed You And You Prayed The Night Prayer, As All Of Our Days Are Struggle - And All Of Our Days Are Karbala.

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

Love In The Arab World Is Like A Prisoner, And I Want To Set (it) Free. I Want To Free The Arab Soul, Sense And Body With My Poetry. The Relationships Between Men And Women In Our Society Are Not Healthy.