The many wounds kept me sane
by Ghassan Sayegh
As, Joanne of Arc, I'm unjustly slain;
I wish I had a washed brain
So forever to forget feeling drained.
One can dispute killer Cain
As it seems forever I lost the reins;
No one can dispute Job's fame
He waited on God and his reign regain.
I can no longer explain
Why I am so heavily in chains;
The why forever remains
A mystery for me, the scattered brain.
With sorows and huge pain
As forever I lamented in vain;
Heaven lost not heaven gained
As the Israelites, I pray for rain.