liberty is an arab woman,
made of petrol
the best type of it
whenever i come,
to her secured castle
to ask for her hand
and to be hers forever
i find at the gates
many kinds of people:
the armed,
the unarmed,
and even the naked
and before i say hello
many guns speak to me
saying only one phrase:
don't, even,
think,
to say hello.
ahmed khaled
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