We flew back into the past, where,
Vigilant ants greeted us
With long mustaches and
Heavy armors,
And welcomed us to
Our old deserted streets.

They have all gone,
As they have all wished
To leave without a trace,
Some in paddles
And some on hot air balloons,
And some on the
Promising wings of Al Baraka

We continued our journey
Into the Desert
Where we greeted no one,

They have all gone.

We went back to
Serve life in borrowed times
Where the sea is stranger
Than a low tide
Exposing the frail sand,
And remorse is deeper
Than a goose on camouflage

We kept sending money home
Where no one seems
To know how to make
A difference.


Said Leghlid, 2003.



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