Shall you ever be strong
Shall we always be wrong ;
Your dawn looks no weary
And our sun snores in slavery ;
You suck the soul you lack
You sure leave nothing back ;
Even voltures starve on your land
You put to my being an end ;
No one escapes your will
The by-gone and the coming still ;
He who dares to mourn the past
Shall be trodden , he’s an outcast ;
And banned who seeks to know
Just breathes and swims in his woe ;
History smiles in our face
Sneers and snarls at our race ;
Dismantled now goes the ship
No mast, only slaves and a whip ;
No shipwreck in the old’s mind
But no goods could the young find ;
Puzzles , mysteries and white lies
Taught to the young to wash the whys ;
Big are you in the little’s eyes
And our sun swears never to rise ;
The young feels warm in your shade
While dreams in full bloom fade ;
Some feel , some fly, some flee,
Some have no idea of any plea …
Aziz
1990
