The butcher is my flower
 

You are not the worlds flower
You are really the world butcher
And you are the human being killer
With your old and bad knife for ever
With your beauty and shyness for ever
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My gold palm tree and my heart for ever
Do you know for ever ?
I am the love poetry father
I am the strength father
You are the weakness mother
I am the happiness father
I am the fields of flowers father
And I throw joy on the hearts of every lover
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You have millions long knives in your right hand
You have millions human heads in your left hand
You have millions human heads in your left hand
To tell the worlds about your terrorism
This is your inner world that I see
And all the capitals I tell your roots
Your red past in killing the peoples
Your hobby in killing the lovers
Your game is killing the poets
Your role I killing lives
Your fire in murdering the birds
Your present about killing the worlds peace
This is your reality and this is the truth
Abdellatif Ahmed Foua