His waste twisted
while he vows
to free the world
From his terror
He monopolized
Behind his doors
Long live the red
He vowed and said
He simply comes
He simply goes



The Black House ( 2 )

His waste twisted
while he vows
to free the world
From his terror
He monopolized
Behind his doors
Long live the red
He vowed and said
He simply comes
He simply goes
* * *
Concealed the colors
covered by
blindness
And his presidency
Presented world his
Hemeralopia
And nyctaiopia
And his overt
Overt phobia
He simply comes
He simply goes
* * *

Demolished Treasures
Of the Mores
Painting his red
defying sores!
Roaring superb
Long live the redness
Of the might
The flooded bottles
Of the red
The flooding battles
in sad sight !
He simply comes
He simply goes
* * *


* * * * * *
Maniacally
Painted
Languages red
By blood
flood
Sadness shores
Erased Cultures
In shining schools
In lines and rows!
He simply comes
He simply goes
* * *
But that white house
realized:
His arrows
Sprinting out of his
toooo ugly jaws
By Forgery comes
By freedom goes !
* * *




Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2009-02-06 at 19:23

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