Sunday, May 23, 2004

On the occasion of the Arab Summit (of presidents, kings, princes, etc), I wish to quote Iraqi poet Mudhaffar An-Nawwab (my translation):
"...and the sun could rise setting
due to our sadness,
hunger speaks since our birth
and death and sand grow old with us
foreigners no matter how much we fight
and the eunuchs-rulers are the true Arabs
a ruler whose stature and dignity
are beneath this shoe of mine