If Jerusalem

If Jerusalem was made

From stone

I would have turned it

Into gold

Cause gold don’t

Rust or break down

Or get old

Gold is a man

Of steal that holds

Secrets of mines

And minds of slaves

And hearts of dames

If Jerusalem was a god

I would have crucified him

On a mountain of skulls

Cause no god deserves

To live among us

We

The lost souls

The damned

And the demons in human flesh

If Jerusalem was a virgin and she’s not

I would have told her

To go to bars

Find strange men

And make love to them

Cause there isn’t a knight

On a black steed who will come

And marry her.

Qatari

Holy Bathtub

Holy bathtub!

A window that shows Ram-Allah

A Jesus rests in a cold bathtub

Smoking his last joint cigarette

What it seems as a burned photograph

Of a woman with a white veil

Lies in an ashtray made of an old olive wood.

There are few crimson dry drops of wine

Spilled on the white fresh towel, next to the toilet

And a cracked statue of a dove hangs between the ceiling and the wall mirror.

“Are you done?” a voice of a young guy came from the outside with a gentle knock on the door

“No, give me another three minutes.”