When l close my eyes,
l want to live it big somewhere
with about three maids
seated at my feet to do
my biddings from morning
till the sun went down to rest.
All that hunger l feel
would be a thing of the past
because when l close my
eyes my table would be filled
with all that l imagine to eat.
Let me dream when l close my eyes
to see myself seated on a throne
with servants taking my orders
to bring about peace among my friends;
Ehud and Nasser who live far away
from me but continue to fight each other
every other day and would not listen
to any plea for peace.
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