Maggots feed on rotten corpses as ryes, don't you see
And faith drapes itself in the shroud undersize, don't you see
Old Arabic rites of the Cimmerian epoch
like Phoenix on our soil rise, don't you see
Pharaohs like ardent minds we live with
At Nile Moses we catechize, don't you see
Korah swims in every eye of the holy land
And Nimrod our ways patronize, don't you see
Infested this city is, man is pillaged by his reason
Non-compos mentis acts wise, don't you see
'Umar' heyday of the iris in your yard Waned
Icy winter its bloom despise, don't you see.

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