Memories

That's where I got thrashed by the meddeb 

when I failed to learn the Koran by heart

That's where I learned literacy and numeracy 

and graduated to join university 

and fly with my own wings

Ain Draham, a neglected paradise...

Soul-soothing constellation of colours

White, the colour of peace and purity

Blend of green and white

Houses with red tiles resisting time

When you are born to see only green, 

your heart is obviously impervious 

to black and bleak

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Ain Draham, a paradise tainted

I bear nobody a grudge

But just let your eyes judge…

Why should this area be a mesh

For the Kroumirs  and a hush?

 

Splendor stained, joy flouted, freedom choked

Into a big burial ground Ain Draham was faked.

Beggars and tramps  with the dirty cops patrol,

All atone to ruin space and the Kroumirs’ body and soul 

(Written August,15th- 2009 after I witnessed what the generous inhabitants of this Garden of Eden suffer and what the dirty decision-makers and scrounging sneakers are inflicting to them daily)