my soul is Arab
my tongue is English
is a war of poetry
The English always take what the Arabs have,
But lucky for them,
Arabs are hospitable, generous, forgiving.
We are returning,
make no mistake, we are returning.
We wont be coming armed with guns,
in retribution for the lives you’ve taken.
But armed with poetry, enamoured with prose,
we’ll defeat you, and win the hearts of your own,
not by the sword,
but by the word.
by the word.