God’s against him
Roast little baby
Don’t you cry
He could see dream forms
Poison not receding
Empty from the laughter inside
Graying, aging
Old skin and lethargic eyes
A thin dog came to him
It carried the melody
Melody of evil
A curious effect on his skin
Why is this other poor man
So suddenly lucky
In this town, in his little office
This man’s a lucent pearl now
With courage and imagination
Writing of the greatest talents
…Will there be improvement when pitting ignorance against certain love?
Hadi Atallah 
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