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The Dictator and the Earthquake
By Tarif Youssef Agha
It was said that in the end-of-time
A Deceiver, but not a single eyed, ruler will appear
He will classify the people between resisters and objectors (to the west)
And between traitors, armed and half-men (of the west)
He will try to be a fortune teller
By prophesying that an earthquake will soon happen
The earthquakes of nature are capable of removing cities
The earthquake of that man can’t be used even in a shallow song
He will spend his life in towers of illusion
He will spend his days in palaces of imagination
His speeches will be unbelievably weird
His words will be of those no one will ever think about
He will always do what he didn’t say and say what he will never do
His deeds, after all, will always be the worst
He will inherit the throne from his father
And, as his father, will turn the homeland into ruins
During his time, he will turn the cities into a wasteland
And the blood under his throne into a fall
The prostitutes, under his shadow, will become saints
And the pimps, in his reign, will become heroes
The memorial of his birthday (9/11) will bring a disaster to the world
During his days, fire will be ignited and fighting will erupt
He will rule the land with the elite of thugs
Some are psychos and some are killers and deceivers
Elite that can’t be gathered to a ruler unless
The Devil is his counselor and evil has a sieve
He will rule the people with cannons and keeps saying he loves them
The Enlightened say “some kind of love kills”
He will also think that the people love him, but
Every one, from south to north, will love him to leave
Also from east to west
And the people of valleys and those of mountains
He will force them to kneel on his photo, but
He will be cursed by both, the people of the cross and the crescent
He will think that he is riding on the people, but
Neither the people are a horse, nor is he a knight
He will laugh when the people are mourning, but
He will be sorry when he goes through the same fate
He will ask his father one day “what did we do?”
The answer will be “the dictator can’t rule without bloodshed”
But the people will up rise against him one day
Surviving the peoples’ revolution is next to impossible
History never documented that an oppressor removed a nation
The people are the removers and the oppressors are the removed
And when the earthquake man leaves
A lot of jars will be broken behind him (a good luck gesture)
After his departure, he will become a lesson to the others
And the people will keep cursing him for generations to come
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Poetry by: Tarif Youssef-Agha
An expatriate Arab Syrian Writer & Poet
Houston, Texas
Friday November 25, 2011
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