Murder Of Khashogi Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

He trod in a hurry into the hall of the consulate
He quickly rushed as if he was too late
To meet his mate
To finish their marriage protocol
In their wedding day
He was full of joy
Like a little boy, promised with a toy
But as soon as he was in the place
Fifteen men jumped at his face
And took hold of him to stop his breath
But as he was strong and fit
He fought them very well
But could not get free from their hell
As he was hit on the skull
And to the ground - then- he fell
It was too late
He had to meet his fate
To heaven he sent the last sigh
And uttered the last cry
The saw went into his flesh
Like a piece of fish
The saw cut through the bone
And the body -then - has all gone
In few minutes the work was done
They silenced him for good
The voice that sang for the Kingdom
The song of freedom
He made no crime
He only used to think aloud
To send his message
But he was not allowed
As they took him through the passage of hell
To stop his breath
And make him face his death
Alas, he did not wed the girl
Who went into a long wail
And got back home
To tell the whole world of her tale