My Country Poem by Rafik Romdhani

Didn't they tell you that your people are fine
That rain's swingin sleeves on the clothes line
All dirty hands and sheets of corruption glitter
Everything is clean, it is even more pristine
Oh my country, we are told your stars do shine
You can tell milk from water, honey from sugar
Didn't they tell you it has rained as far aseye could see, as deeply as martyrs could feel
Making children giggle and forget who they are
Or whosoeverthat for them may go theorizin
Away from cameras rain kissed their alien pain
Combed their hair affctionately that rain
All is done practically, naturally, unpreparedlyEarth is watered, dryness ghost slaughtered
So will the rest be all right with you or is there
Some planned squeezing to let you distressed
Will the old tearful lady be able to buy lamb
To sate her hunger orwould she like a lamb
Be thrown to promises' butcher, sorry I asked
Will prices go down with your Sundown
Will you smile, your wheat soon will be sown
Or will you whine this dream to the unknown
In frigates, lands away- grumble not, nor groan
I told you your people are fine, They 're fine!
Didn't they look at your skin tosay you're green?
Are they fooling you: colors are from the rain
It's none's job to paint, nor varnish nor preen
But satiate men's hunger and kill the poor's pain
Oh, country where are you, I see big heads onTV
Can't hear you talk and boast of your Fallagas
Where 're men's hearts of lions against Beyayas
When none of us any of us wasyet born?
Who took their lives apart from death
Oh my country, who steamed that love for gun
Come and seeyour men, see all your men
Those barking mouths, my pen barks with them
I sit like all to wonder and sag topuffs of lies
Show them some flaws, they unleash their laws
I take a paper to which I put my coward pen
And breathe in with hope the rainyair
Oh my country didn't theyunveil your hair
Tread your snow and milk you with claws
Oh, my country, each with a hole in his heart
To be filled by your iron patience all Night
Each is waving his lossawayleft and right
Oh my country, they all have counted with you
And banked worries for you 'n me, me 'n you!