When the regime changes its skin

Hassan Ahmed
The old book opens its chest to call us
The old book opens its chest to recruit us
The old book opens its chest to invite us in the alleged dinner
It named the salvation day
Is it the last dinner?
The old book teaches us repeatedly the humanbeing is the cornerstone
Everything is the human being
You deserve the best always
This land feeds you, if you will be jobless
The old book calls himself as the temporary guardian of you
The evening dinner is salvation
Salvation from whom
The old book detains the piece of chalk
When it decided to write on the wooden board
I need my freedom
I don’t like the spoon feed