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

 Hi 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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