If You Want To Kill Somebody, Conquer

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

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.

A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And A Romantic Heart Are In The Same Body.

Arab Children, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Will Break Our Chains, Kill The Opium In Our Heads, Kill The Illusions. Arab Children, Don't Read About Our Suffocated Generation, We Are A Hopeless Case. We Are As Worthless As A Water-melon Rind. Dont Read About Us, Dont Ape Us, Dont Accept Us, Dont Accept Our Ideas, We Are A Nation Of Crooks And Jugglers. Arab Children, Spring Rain, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Are The Generation That Will Overcome Defeat.

When A Man Is In Love How Can He Use Old Words? Should A Woman Desiring Her Lover Lie Down With Grammarians And Linguists? I Said Nothing To The Woman I Loved But Gathered Love's Adjectives Into A Suitcase And Fled From All Languages.