two is equal to seven hundreds <br />smile O world of agony and laugh <br />a new math arrives over the lands <br />here is a new meaning for the staff <br /> <br />the multiplication rules of old <br />are now past over and over levels <br />after the kings comes a prince so cold <br />to set the children over the new hells <br /> <br />how can I add you might say <br />or how the division shall I do? <br />ask there, over the mounts of hay <br />surely the Barbaro know how to do <br /> <br />the cedar is crying alone in vain <br />lost in stories of numbers and its flow <br />tell me who shall rub its back again <br />Barbaro who made it so hollow? <br /> <br />but in my dreams I see that cedar <br />over the scorpions has the sharp stings <br />and the lying children along with the weather <br />flew over the hells of the springs<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lebanon-vii/
