Mohammad Ahmad
06-04-2014, 11:27 AM
Grief and desire
Nothing could be stamped
Nothing unless purpose of prestige
With people of great attitudes
What we call is just facies
Of an entity has not any superlative tense.
Their grammar always is within a wrongest pronoun
Because there's no conscience in their souls
What a pity humour has that course!
Their big horse couldn’t be traging
Neither has it had clattering!
A slim horse of a pink tow-eyed,
Nor can be ridden at Mars!
And their saluki always goes quick beside
From a hamlet still vacant and ruin,
They came out as if they had muddy noses,
to stave the market with blunder odd lot
Harsh men never they had saluted space.
Grimed and grim it has thousand microbes.
Germinated with a plausibly a bit of ghost
From tragedy yet they had unwritten novel.
Scaring my bird's nurse at an early dawn
And no child could stay out unless screaming.
No tree unless it was rotted
No home unless it has been damaged
No curse remains unless they tried.
No attire is being sober, unless they insulted.
For what shall we complain if nothing comes out?
Whom should we hear if ears turn deaf?
They eat the date's juice mixed with lemon.
And they tarnished the way of peace.
They were so far thieves or a gang of buglers.
How could they guide a nation?
How could they control ruling the regime?
Tigris complains as much as Euphrates.
And the skies converted as if a blue dust.
Which blind democracy yet had we had?
What benefit had we had from Bush?
Bush the damned ****ed the politicians.
He ****ed them as if they were his wives.
Yet he ****s them filling up his desire.
As they were slaves obeying his call.
As they were herd has been strayed at a desert.
And most of their nation groaning having no sleep.
Some of them fight at noon and at a midnight.
To be terrorists of the era as they called them.
To defeat against your honour, you are terrorist!
Lol, you are then a terrorist!
Nothing could be stamped
Nothing unless purpose of prestige
With people of great attitudes
What we call is just facies
Of an entity has not any superlative tense.
Their grammar always is within a wrongest pronoun
Because there's no conscience in their souls
What a pity humour has that course!
Their big horse couldn’t be traging
Neither has it had clattering!
A slim horse of a pink tow-eyed,
Nor can be ridden at Mars!
And their saluki always goes quick beside
From a hamlet still vacant and ruin,
They came out as if they had muddy noses,
to stave the market with blunder odd lot
Harsh men never they had saluted space.
Grimed and grim it has thousand microbes.
Germinated with a plausibly a bit of ghost
From tragedy yet they had unwritten novel.
Scaring my bird's nurse at an early dawn
And no child could stay out unless screaming.
No tree unless it was rotted
No home unless it has been damaged
No curse remains unless they tried.
No attire is being sober, unless they insulted.
For what shall we complain if nothing comes out?
Whom should we hear if ears turn deaf?
They eat the date's juice mixed with lemon.
And they tarnished the way of peace.
They were so far thieves or a gang of buglers.
How could they guide a nation?
How could they control ruling the regime?
Tigris complains as much as Euphrates.
And the skies converted as if a blue dust.
Which blind democracy yet had we had?
What benefit had we had from Bush?
Bush the damned ****ed the politicians.
He ****ed them as if they were his wives.
Yet he ****s them filling up his desire.
As they were slaves obeying his call.
As they were herd has been strayed at a desert.
And most of their nation groaning having no sleep.
Some of them fight at noon and at a midnight.
To be terrorists of the era as they called them.
To defeat against your honour, you are terrorist!
Lol, you are then a terrorist!