My Future Poem by Atef Ayadi

The outer layer of my dreams
Are taking me
Toward the desert,
To build and ancient town;
I will call it:
The Republic of love.
In this town, the only religion is love,
Bearded people are clowns, and
Children are gods,
Men and women are racing and competing for fun.
In this town, art and literature works are the only goods
You should be proud of.
In this town,
Fear is an abstract natural painting
Drawing by the gods
Hostility and war sprite from the mouth of a
A poem that is fighting for its birth.
In the Republic of love, if you sow a tree
You are eligible for love.

The bottom of my dreams
Are clear and firm,
They are taking me toward
Eileen.