Long in these blackness is my time – the poet Al-Buhtari
Long in these blackness my stay
I complain about my love and hate
The thought lab kills the watercress
I leave Iraq and my inheritance
God hangs over your testicles
We will make you free from barber and malice
Brotherhood may complain about the speed of taking
you made it, and short time
I hated admonition from Mostazid
Or did you hate admonition from an instigator?
And talk about Olek coffee
On hearing the hadith that compels and makes me sick
God forgives, It is for the forgiveness of the people
I swear that you will build it, and perjury