Running Like A Rabbit From Your Love Poem by Wael Karameh

Running like a rabbit
From the fire of your gun...
How can I still survive the torture?
And have again in life some fun...
You think in this way you are doing your good
Fighting with me daily make me escape to the streets...
To the nightclubs and even to the far wood...
Do I need always to tell you how to treat me...?
How to speak with me... what you shouldn't do...
And what you should...
I am full of pain, of despair, how deep is my wound...
I am exhausted, I am tired, I am feed up...
Why I should always take my sorrow and run...
I think the best way is just to stop
Show you my chest and waiting for the shot of mercy...
From your great gun! ! !

Wael Karameh Karameh
July 06,2009