Ambitious
Years ago he called me
(Some Arab manager) :
“Ambitious; dangerous.”
Now poor and retired
I see me in mirror
of Gaza and Hussein
the are ambitious.
They lived as managers
Inside each the thought of:
“You deserve far better.”
So they left.
Immigrant…
Now one is in school
other works nine to five.
The removed rock on tour
if not sand Can be called,
the marble; or stone
prior on throne in demand
latter two are just toys.
They are toys for the game
and that is what we are:
“Ambitious; dangerous.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem