The Warlords Of Poemhunter
I am saddened, in fact dismayed
For the attention that I have paid
To fellow poets who fail to perceive
That they should enlighten and not deceive.
On Arabs, Stench And Filth.
Arabs gave the world Algebra
And the science of Alchemy
When Europe was in its dark ages
And Aristotle was blasphemy.
I no longer know me
I don't want to be
I look in the mirror
and a stranger looks back at me
Parrot screeches for attention;
The house is silent.
Did you ever
Run your fingers through a burning flame
To make sure that it would burn you
Run straight into a closed door