And The Writing Is Still : To

What We Feel Is Beyond Words. We Should Be Ashamed Of Our Poems.

Our Shouting Is Louder Than Our Actions, Our Swords Are Taller Than Us, This Is Our Tragedy. In Short We Wear The Cape Of Civilisation But Our Souls Live In The Stone Age

Days Will Pass, And You’ll Abandon Things You Were Addicted To, And Leave Someone, And Cancel A Dream, And Finally, Accept A Reality.

Arab Children, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Will Break Our Chains, Kill The Opium In Our Heads, Kill The Illusions. Arab Children, Don't Read About Our Suffocated Generation, We Are A Hopeless Case. We Are As Worthless As A Water-melon Rind. Dont Read About Us, Dont Ape Us, Dont Accept Us, Dont Accept Our Ideas, We Are A Nation Of Crooks And Jugglers. Arab Children, Spring Rain, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Are The Generation That Will Overcome Defeat.

We Are A Thick Skinned People With Emtpy Souls. We Spend Our Days Playing Dice, Chess, Or Sleeping - And We Say We Are The Best People That Ever Came To Mankind?