Buried

And now that you are in your grave
I am no longer your slave
for years I've lived in fear
but I couldn't go anywhere
now, you can cause me no harm
for worms are eating your brutal arm
to you I was a piece of meat
but now you are at my feet
outside I'll say
May God have mercy upon his soul
but inside I'll beg
May God torture his miserable soul
Excuse, I have to leave
you see?
I have a lot to achieve
The world is welcoming me
with a wide smile
And as you perish, my dear
I will live and laugh and cheer

By Heba Hosni
Published: 7/7/2007
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