Damascus, Tunisia, Iraq, Cairo, and Beirut.
Is it your name?
Arab Spring, really?
Annihilation and tears all over the place.
Red roses nation has faded, borders were painted with blood and pain.
Oil, that black face, that ugly face, that smelly face.
If you believe, springs are cute and comfy; Please take them away.
Leave us with our winters, with our rains, with our storms, with our love stories.
Love stories in Damascus, in Iraq, in Cairo, and in Beirut are the same, it comes with different spices.
My dark friend, we are breathing poems written on the desert face, and within the curls of the blue sea.