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Torn Apart

Written by Ahmed Naoual

there was a time

when the whole world

came to graze on my pastures,

wallow in my quickening mud

and die with my dying sun,

content and happy,

happy to live under my rule;

though I could be cruel sometimes,

full of my authority, of myself,

Lord of the Universe, Commander of all living things,

conquering, besieging, taking the world by storm.

now the brutes have grown fangs and claws

and came to desecrate my soil,

turn my peaceful days into a desert storm,

and my dreamy nights into a blazing hell,

desiccating my soul,

discreating my myth,

tearing me apart.

 

© Ahmed Naoual

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