A Night Full of Action

Traveling in my dream

I learned that my wife

Had changed our house

To a small cranky appartment

Where a relative to Saddam Hussein

Used to live

He had hidden a lot of gold there

She found it and shared it

With her arab lover/ helper

Called Ahmad

She despised him

But needed the money

To get rid of me

Leaving me in the flat

I tried to warn my children

They did not understand

Bad Times

Dying city

Decaying city

Filled with rich filth

Destroying the mind and body

Slowly burning city

Falling apart at dusk

Armed men

Guarding cautiously and attaching their guns to their frail bodies

In case of other frail men trying to take what little gold

They might have

No cash has any worth any more

Only handouts of food and water

And of course the eternal metal

Shining so bright in our dirty hands