The Knot
He knew not
How to free the knot
Of night’s enchantment
And day’s embrace!
He knew not
How, from a simple dot,
Came the human race!
He walked on sand hot
Dreamed, cried and sighed a lot
Before he joined the muddy race!
He knew not
How to free the knot
Of night’s enchantment
And day’s embrace!
He was killed,
Brutally shot!
An innocent smile
Still lingers on his face!
Rochdi Bouille
June 13, 2012
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