I stood for inspection at the gates of heaven
‘Passport and visa please’, a full armed angel demanded
He looked at me suspiciously, unconvinced
By the little amount of blood on my hands
I had nothing to declare but my hate squeezed in my suitcase
And I want nothing, except for my promised spot in paradise
In the long line we started squirming as usual in contempt
O Creator, you did not tell us we need a visa to heaven
In the security office, I boasted how many
I have killed in vain in his name
My heart flapped within my shackled spirit
They did not believe me, I had no paper work!!
They needed to extract the truth out of my teeth
Because heaven bears no innocent men
In the torture room, it was a déjà-vu
All torture rooms have the same cold smell
The sweat of fear mingled with the sent of rage
I screamed I am not innocent, guilty, trust me
With frozen tears cutting like sharp glass my hard face
I yelled, I killed civilians intentionally
I am a murderer, a martyr; please allow my entry
O Master, I swear I have never loved
Never laughed, sang or dreamt of peace
And not once washed my dark soul with poetry
If it is not I who killed your children then who did?
If it is not I who terrorized the birds then who did?
If it is not I who strangled the butterflies then who did?
If it is not I who burned the jasmine fields then who did?
I am neither a communist nor a capitalist, I swear
I am a terrorist…so where is my promised virgin bosoms
In the blue harbor of her eyes I detonated my bomb
In the luscious green of her palm trees, I lit the fire
And in your name O Lord I stopped her joyous moments
The blood of my sea, exceeded the water of your seas
My passion for you exceed my love for her child’s laughter
O God, if heaven is no more a part of my geography
And I am nothing but a tangle of revulsion,
Lacking a valid visa to your light
Where then shall this tired warrior rest at last?
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