The Funny Word Poem by Abdul Wahab

The Funny Word



In no time I could turn a saint, a sage
And write volumes after volumes on peace and love
Or at least become a great poet, If I
Concur with you all that my home is not my home
No matter how long I have been living there
Now I am nothing, just a thorn in your eye
As I do not give up my land where I was born
Between two rivers in the shade under an olive tree
During five and half decades what I have suffered from
In the hands of my occupier
If I stop telling the world
I could instantly be a peace maker
Now I am just a trouble maker or a funny word terrorist
As I never give up to retake my home
But I believe I am dealer dealing with what is not dark
And walk with a burning candle on my palm
No matter in what situation and in which place
But I request you politely with folded hands
Please, please get out from my house
And take out your boots from my soil
Before I say revenge is not bitter or has it a bad name.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,word
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