Hadi Atallah

My friend’s freedom like comparative wealth to a toy;

Standing with a face fiery shadows brighter than my face;

If he stares with anxiety, why then not fear at a time of joy;

If revealing be beautiful, covering beautiful makes a place.

We have been known amongst, Jew and Gentile literature,

But no foes kneading and evil whispered about it,

And in my good friend is there more parting picture

Than in the glowing and newness of lusts and benefit.

I like to see him nervous, yet well I name

That each one must remain faithful to his post.

I differ, I knew all Middle Eastern jokes and blame;

My friend, when he reflects, reaches out to make a toast

And yet, my life, I think is monstrosity and a shelter

As my friend never grew to become a grave elder.