We Key Leaks Poem by Moez Ben Meftah

It is not a wonder It is not strange
It is not an orange it is a small sponge
That absorbs the high blue sea
Do you know what is it Mr. Arrange

Guess, take your time, wonder 'n ponder
Its maker is a man who likes to change
This blue globe into a sweet fresh orange
Transparent like the hair of Mr. Assange
A smart bloke who likes to deal and reveal
The unread, the unsaid, the unpaid, the dead
To undress the invisible fraud and behead
To make you learn from the ipod and ipad

That democracy that you know is a lie
And freedom of press is another fuss
Do you know what is it? please guess
Take a walk, wander stroll around
It teaches you that southmost governers
Are vampires and Americans are
christians but when the prey is you
They become jews
And drink the juice after eating
Jewsmallow when the mouton is from your ewes

Guess again, come along, what is it?
It teaches you that in fact
There exists not a taboo
You are a bore you are a boo
If you go to street to protest
To hold your fist to insist
To run fast against the weather forcast

Do you know what is it?
Come along you are not so far just
It is something that sneaks
Like snails under pale hay
It never breaks it never goes disarray
It creeps it crawls, it sleeps over dust
And scatters its saliva over the mast
Guess what is it?
Oh say it with the tongue in cheeks
Do not say 'we key leaks'

Mouez ben meftah
Tatawine- Tunisia 2011