Rage Even In Them Blissful Days. Poem by Mohamed Amine belhssen

Rage! Rage even in them blissful days
Roar and sooner you shall break your cage
Fear not and consume them wine and age
Sin more and free you are with no sage.

Don't apologize and swear never to light
Laugh at the odds, and never do them right
Maleficent be and kill until your mind ache
Slowly always but it is already too, too late.

Admit no failure, because you are that glory
Pray no more and you don't have to worry
You are a God, shameful to say you are sorry!
Ignore us! We are ephemeral, end of the story.

Rain no more, but let there be an eternal violence
Scream, mock, and don't you ever seek silence
Make us slaves and we shall hail "Your Highness! "
Erase us because we shall always be a minus.

Care not about any judgment illusory day
Exist us all not, we are not worthy to stay
Curse us and let there be a blazing Sun of May
Let there be nothing with which we shade or lay.

You shall see that there is much, much more
You have all the keys to open any closed door
We would beg for mercy and ask it again encore
We are Just humans, with not much a solid core.

But again, I don't think I should be saying
I stand alone and much dreams I am crying
As I looked at my Cat, which was there laying
"Listen Amine! You are my God and I am obeying."