Fate At The Consulate* Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

To the soul of Jamal Khashogi

On his feet, on his bare feet
The man went into the consulate
To face his fate
Where fifteen men were there
In their fanciful wedding attire
Ready to receive the lonely guest
Into the wedding hall
To complete his marriage protocols
But the moment he passed through the gate
He was face to face with his fate
As fifteen men jumped on his back
And firmly took his hold
Fifteen men took his hold
And although he was strong and daring and bold
He could not afford
But went cold and cold
As death crept on his soul
Then his power calmed down
And betrayed him to the ground
Uttering his last words
It was a curse! !
He shouted with rage
Then moaned like a helpless bird in a cage
He came to the end of fatality,
With brutality
Witnessing himself by himself
Going piece by piece by the sword
He saw the work as it was run
At last all the body has gone
With a red saw that he saw
Piercing through his flesh and bone
In ten minutes all the work was done
And the whole body was torn
Oh, the guy had only gone
there, to wed his Turkish girl
Instead, he went into a valley of hell
His plan did not go that well
To come back home with a beautiful damsel
Who wasn't able to pay her man the last farewell
Instead, she came back home with a broken heart,
To tell the whole world the horrible tale