Resist to the one who builds a small house and says: well I am here. Resist the one who came home again and says: Glory be to God. Resist on the Persian carpet of apartment buildings to the short man in the office in the company import - export in public education in the tax to me still telling you.
Resist to the one who greets from the podium for hours endless parades to this barren lady who shares forms of saints Lebanon and myrrh to me still telling you.
Resist all those who are called great again to the President of the Court of Appeal resist in music the drums and percussion at all the talking conferences counselors drink coffee to all who write speeches about the time next to the winter heater in flattery the wishes in so many bows from scribes and cowards for their wise leader.
Resist the services of foreigners and passports in the terrible flags of the states and diplomacy in ammunition factories to those who say nice words lyricism in thurias in sweet songs with lamentations to the spectators in the wind to all the indifferent and the wise to others who make your friend as well as to me, to me still telling you resist. Then we can confidently move on to Freedom.
Destined to rot away in woeful echoes that stay, the promises left behind burn my guts ,unkind like your words for me as I fade away the tree of the dreams that I build to be just be slid into the pigeonhole that they earnestly patrol.