Somewhere Poem by Kassem Oude

Somewhere around the world
Time's made of pure gold
People early in the morning
To their works are going

They walk on roadside
By traffic laws they abide
When in queue stand in line
When angry they talk fine

On their own choose garments
They've always good intents
They entertain their weekends
Open frank with their friends

They always guard their word
Show their views like a lord
To best deputies give their vote
Order isn't from abroad brought

They worship no characters
Their own favors are their centers
They reconcile with themselves
Put sectarianism on shelves.

16 May 2014