My Crime

My crime (Fikra Magazine)

I am a thistle


in the throat of a cannon


a blood clot


in the veins of invaders


a scribble on the margins


of a decrepit promise


an afterthought on discarded maps. 

My crime is that I live

and keep on living, like 

a resounding love song

filled with hope

in the hollow halls 

of criminal factories


for weapons of mass murder.