من روائع الشاعرة
بنت الأكرمين
To my beloved dictator
When you talk to me act as a waiter
Keep your eyes on my shoes I will tell why later
You are not a president you are just an operator
But you turned yourself to a serial killer
You were so stubid, greedy and wrong doer
But you were my favourite clown in my theatre
You surrounded yourlself with an army of whores and belly dancers
They were your only keepers
You did nothing for the sake of your creator
That’s why noone will help you if I decided to find my shoes a new operator
#بنت_الأكرمين
