Go get lost or shut up
Dined and wined for free
How can you talk to me?
Of Muslims, terrorists
Saudis, Yemenis, Syria, Israel.
I have and will try
To balance what I know
Use as herb, food of love
But not if, you are blind.
Cultures are what I know
Have lived with, major in
They vary, are many, flowers
Wide, lovely their garden.
One of them shawarma
I had it with smile, kiss and hug
The man was of Hijaz
The girl came of Jordan.
You live, know with a bowl
Small as if spoon, a scoop
Your brain is brick; narrow mind
Squeezed with cement into wall.
The max that you may know
Is you and, if you know
But not rest; though you talk
Go get lost or shut up.
In my sight never come
Or never talk of hate…
This is me, this is I
Go get lost or shut up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem