Vanishing Dreams
Afra promised to wait for meBut Afra never did
Whenever I passed by her door
She dropped a veil and hid
Hussa from Telex room just called
I have a telex note
The tax collectors back at home
Are soon selling my boat
A bank note came also today
Demanding I pay debt
I searched my pockets, but alas!
I failed to find a cent
I saw James Baker in my dreams
So happy and in cheer
At last he was promised "support"
For peace from "Dad" Shamir
Rabab, in tears, once said to me:
"How painful is the plight
Since immigration, though gives hope,
Is loneliness and fright"
It is weekend, I sigh in relief
At last I hope to rest
But wailing winds and sandy storms
Put an end to my zest
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