I want food on table,
My children to face the world able
And some hope for future
So US recent idea I tried to capture.
US administration is handing Green cards
And money to shop till they dropp dead
So I decided to shave the beard, take turban off
To fake all that and line up for the pay off.
As all power comes from the barrel of a gun
When I lay down my weapon
I could conquer my needs in this world
Before it is too late and I get old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong verse. We all live from day to day, but gratuitous humiliation seems a burden imposed upon people with Arabic surnames, here or abroad.