Zywa
The sun in the north
I passed on the stories
of my life at the table
That's how Muhammad learned to talk
and to long for the Young Age
of peace and justice -
a future we dream
more beautiful than reality
but still far away. Certain
are only the greed
and the hard work
until you get ill
and prepare
to leave
for Jazira in the north
where paradise awaits
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