Have you seen the world
The one which walks with a sword
Beheading the black hair of its sons;
With its echoing streets sermons .
Have you seen her
This world and its daughters ?
They’re like bemused methuselahs
Look back not but pause and ponder.
Are they treated as egg?
Are they catered for like in Hague?
Now, look at the blueish sky
Tell me what is seen by your eyes
Is’t cloud, moon or darkness up high?
And look inside the dried home
Tell me what therein roam
Is it faded scarves or a silky caps?
Help, help, me
Am veiled, I couldn’t see
The world hid behind my gaze. Help me to glare
Where it’s? , I enquire
©A. Yareemah
A. Yareemah 