Mt. Sinai Poem by Xiangu HHE

Mt. Sinai

The donkeys carrying us and the moon
Halas Halas
All the way with the stars
To the tiny top of Mount Sinai
And the sun was shy

From Ras Mohamed
Your calling not afar
St Catherine was pink at her best
Though The Bush is
Waiting down the road
Is It still burning
Or the Lord forgot to permit the holy look

Yenla Yenla
Disappear the Bedouin and their snores
Yenla Yenla
I talked to Moses
I hugged the monks
I hold my tears laughing at the clowns
Why all the died only
Have their heads Piled up to shock
All the sinner's eyes
Let's bury the minds
With their hearts
And All the royal centuries shall be back

Just call for some Roman wind
Lying flat at the top of the holy mount
I bared my body that fresh
All the souls
Rising with that lazy sun
I can see the shadow of the Cow
So proud
Without lunch still
Preaching the crowd

At the end
It is not a joke,
I certainly have my doubts
But no worry My donkey boy
I shall carry down my own bag