A Tragedy, When A Mature

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

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'

Don't Love Deeply, Till You Make Sure That The Other Part Loves You With The Same Depth, Because The Depth Of Your Love Today, Is The Depth Of Your Wound Tomorrow.

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.

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