Ayyub
Ayyub
-Arabic for the Job…
-the thick book filled with lies
-like Bible
-are still too sweet, attractive
-there to read, there to love
-I need you at this time
-you know why
I need job
-but distance
-you farmed hate
-no, not hate, the dislike
You need me as labour,
I need you, but pride?
You want it broken
I want it strong! ! !
On the map of the earth
-if I search
Not even can find dot
-single one with your touch
To be safe
You have left the trail of the filth
-with your lies, everywhere
-have cheated
Pity you
Pity you
Pity you
I know it came from ambition!
- blossomed in desert with your birth
-Camel-like with hate and selfishness…
I need job
I must work
I must pay all my debts
-any job, anywhere; not with you…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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