We're forced to a war
I'm afraid; it's not fair
What's wrong in the air?
I no longer can bear.
...
Staring sincerely at a serene sacred space
Something called from within
The say created a delusion
A safety comfort zone
...
The Trial
We're forced to a war
I'm afraid; it's not fair
What's wrong in the air?
I no longer can bear.
The judge announced:
Someone is guilty, but who is there?
His finger got wondering where to go.
It kept on and on.
He put it to his lips and started to care.
He stood up and shouted:
'Why am I here? '
'Isn't it for justice? '
'I'm no longer a judge.' He flew in the air.
Cairo
01/11/2001