Sick Sad World

“I show you before the world, Like a sword of jasmine, Declaring my victory, I show you before the unbelievers, Like a holy book, Before the illeterate, a poem, Before the bedouinism peasants, a kingdom of marble. I throw my passport in the sea, And name you my country, I throw all of my dictionnaries in the fire, And name you my language, And kill all the tribes kings, And name you my queen, I show you before July, Like a promise of rain, And before the birds, Like a promise of trees, And before the seagulls, Like a promise of blue color, And I go with the kids on a field trip, Around your breasts, So they can play with snowballs, And hunt ducks, And watch in nature, The roundness of Earth, I show you before the desert, Like a palm tree, And before the drieness, like a wheat spike, And before darkness, Like a golden candlestick. Before the hungry, like bread, Before the enslaved, Like a freedom flag, Show you before the ugliness, Like a white dove, And a water fountain, and a poetry book, Show you before the arab police, Like a song, And before the arab petrol, Like a perfume bottle, And before the arab death, Like a birth cheerfulness, I declare before the woman flesh eaters, That you’re my lover, Then they would throw they’re teeth in the sea, And cutt off they’re fingernails, And wash off the blood from their clothes, And enter the era of renaissance.”