JAW ON PALMS (الثورة)
Jaw on palms,
as the raging storms
disturbs not my calm
mindless where its from.
North-East or South-South,
my pen cried out,
you all ignored my shout
so I shut my mouth.
Watching the avalanche
from a distance,
knowing we stand no chance.
Too late for repentance.
Here comes the torpedo,
here comes the volcano,
whirl winds and tornado,
wiping off the rainbow.
The conversio is here,
the epananstassi is near,
the breathe of fresh air,
no one shall be speared.
even the deaf shall hear
the dead shall feel
as the decietful reel
and the decieved heal
This الثورة is real.
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