The Arab

She’s bits and pieces of a woman

With a dab of loudness and a tan 

First Arab to withstand

The very first one to understand

She is always taking a stroll,

but I’ve never seen her in whole

She leaves me crumbs 

I follow them and I hum 

One day, I’ll see her face 

One day, I’ll solve this case

She’s Arabian, but never owned an oil refinery

She’s dressed in an Andalusian finery

She’s more interesting than a Baghdadi library

She never drinks, but her thoughts are older than a winery 

She believes in a singular God, but answers in binary

A Damascene face and a soul that knows no boundary

When I see her, I blush

My eyes stop her and gush

But she’s always in a rush telling me to shush

But I know, you’re hiding behind your politics and shades 

I sit and I wait for you in vain 

I gave up and ride my train 

You scream Hurriyah, but that’s a trade 

Don’t play with my brain 

‘Cause it is like entering a maze

And you are going to be in pain

No, I don’t joke since they invade

Since our land never known peace only crusades

Since halcyon days, we didn’t see a full moon 

Sectarianism is a disease and we aren’t immune

Why should I watch the news if I can see cartoons

So she sits and tells me, this has been the history 

A fool leads, while who is sane is in misery

So, let them build a wall

Let them ban Muslims and all

Let everything befall

Fear is shrinking their humanity 

It is costing them their originality

In the time of fear, it is profitable to provide a slaughter 

When blood is cheaper than water 

And the smell of death is devouring the order

But don’t let that make you forget that the afraid needs a hand

A pillow and a blanket to understand 

No one here is for their land 

All their fears are made of sand

Although we are bearing the brunt

At the end, wood makes an ax blunt 

Borders never saved a country 

It is the people under one tree

Taking an oath of honor and liberty

That is the true victory

This is the Arab woman

The one with eyes of passion and a tan

The first one to soar

The very first one to roar

We all hoped she comes; here she is so roll the drums.