Sterling eyes close the falling red ward Big Brother has seen it all He tells me: there is danger Terror past the massive, all-protecting Atlantic
Don’t stray there, the mouth of stumbling heads say, They want to take away Our safety, our ways, our Freedom
Mr. Elected reassures Nothing will harm you Not with me going there I don’t want you going there
He speaks like my mom Warning me of the illicits I am too vulnerable to experience It’s death I’ll go to- I’ve been told
Sleepless red monocular Enlightening the air to a passive blue It’s opacity beneath and above Ascending again
Mama and Baba say it’s time to go home I confront the arid peninsula of Qatar Lungs accustomed, vitality not frozen Precariously perceiving the harmful
Sentiments of years past in Jordan, I wonder why my kin would ban this place Rumor on dirt pavement in a draft, ears picking up
The Atlantic is not to be crossed, A lack of morals, malintentions lay beyond the scape. Extravagant grenade above, Falling to the horizon
And no detonation, collapsing behind a curved veil Skyward lay the remnants Of heat, frozen in time The lips in a box on this shoreside
Warn the zephyrs from the ornery Reaches towards our home Be on guard of the deceitful star at night that rains red
Tomorrow may not be there My blood brothers of Lebanon say, But I wait, field of vision aligned to the east
Aural stumbles translate, articulating My brethren begin their search of food And in too many moments unnoticed, Black on bottom, red on the low, blue slowly suffocating the obscurity above