Bang Bang Bang
Beneath a shady tree, where tender buds
Drink the showers of light, no mercy
Through the ripened fields so thirsty.
You chase ruined dreams of the poor peasant,
Hitting the streets where small merchants
Sell their second hands, before the crescent
Climbs. you've dropped where resurgence
Is done, where wounds are healed,
And infants know not your hits and thrall.
Bang, bang, over the holy shrine, you’ re pleased
To decimate where divine light does befall.
Bang, bang, your care not who walks the road,
Blind men and cattle all shall share your load.
----Affaq Nabilone
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