My only sins

My only sins are big,  so Judge M. crucified us 

18 August 2010 


I don’t drink alcohol, I never took a drug 

I don’t even smoke 


 But I’m Indian, Arab, Muslim, despicable bug 

 This makes him choke 


I also am, alas, a woman with a mind so snug

Loud and bespoke

That can never deserve you a cuddle, a hug

A woman to cloak

 He thinks in Dubai we sweat, live on a lil’ rug 

 Such a sad bloke 


 The thought of loving us is like eating a slug 

 His mind does provoke 


 Looking at me, he can only hate my sad mug 

 His eyes I poke 


 The sorrow in which this cloaked, ugly humbug 

 Made my kids, me, soak 


 The only thing he knows he can do, smug 

 Is take my yoke 


 Broken egg, into my insides, he delved, dug 

 Justice? A joke! 


 With strength, love, hope, faith, I fill me a jug 

 I still invoke 


 The lost justice that this sleek and cloaked thug 

 In me broke

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