Marrakech
Marrakech, Green, clean.
Not noisy.
Beautiful people.
A good place to live in.
Give them sixty years.
Let them enjoy prison.
Send a message to the world,
let them see and know.
Don't bring your guns to Morocco,
We here have our own problems and
that's enough.
But if you do.
You will be caught easily as we.
We have all eyes and years.
Without satellite we can find you.
In Morocco evryone is police.
Don't bring your guns to Morocco.
Poem by,
Oualid
2.11.2017.
Evening.
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