Abdellatif Laabi

the enemies of my people
almost murdered the poetry in me
so much did I scream scream scream
so much did I bleed bleed bleed
scream and blood had become my poetry
but now
I want it to be a spark
that might ignite the whole plain
I want it muscular, a whole weapon
I want it to be streets and squares
I want it to be millions of throats
pouring out hatred
of oppression