liberty is an arab woman, <br />made of petrol <br />the best type of it <br />whenever i come, <br />to her secured castle <br />to ask for her hand <br />and to be hers forever <br />i find at the gates <br />many kinds of people: <br />the armed, <br />the unarmed, <br />and even the naked <br />and before i say hello <br />many guns speak to me <br />saying only one phrase: <br />don't, even, <br />think, <br />to say hello.<br /><br />ahmed khaled<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liberty-is-an-arab-woman-made-of-petrol/
