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SPARK

I’m a spark, dear, I have become a ghazal

my soul welcomes in what it finds beautiful

to the poured lead, and the evil eye it repels

woe be to a system like this

it feels like there is a festival in my head

a number plate secured, a jug in my hand

my nose says west but my heart is for the east

yet the dark invasion in the east wears a cowboy hat

for how many generations have we failed the same class, unaware

our maths variable yet geography our fate

we dance, we sing folk songs to find our essence

yet the assembly call grabs us by the neck

well done to you

you’ve ruined me

and my youth has faded away

I’ve set my heart on this path

so is my freedom

not worthy of any mention here?

I’m a spark, dear, I am now scattered like broken leaves

my soul welcomes in what it finds beautiful

to the poured lead and the evil eye it repels

woe be to a system like this

my soul’s eye never stoops to the ill-gotten

it walks the long path by foot

and there are many who damn

this mad instrument which speaks the truth

I neither curried favour nor did I feel regret

I was outcast I dressed myself in love

yet none hate the loudmouth

who always gets the greasy bit

justice has become a weapon in man’s hand

we neither have a tale to tell, nor a room to tell it in

I hope god sends us some salvation with gratitude

my homeland! I hope you see the light of day! I really have had enough!

condemned to eat mere onions in my bread

what we need is peace and on a universal scale for that

you know how Rûmi said ‘come whatever you are’

the rest would be a lie, so humanity, resign!

my love is none of your business, alright?

once burnt by you

I am now forever shy

don’t even have a gipon and there is a hole in my pocket

and sweety, I, too,

was born of a mother