LOST GARMENT

I am a black piece of cloth

Black, a piece, am both.

I fly in search of light like a moth

I will question my birth

Even in my own death.

Take away religion,

The Middle East and the west is one region.

Give me not a chance but a reason,

Give me freedom outside its season.

Can I ask GOD his real names?

Can I use GOD’S name as my surname?

Can I ask him why he threw the devil in our room?

I am a piece cut off from a lost garment,

Here in the dark I sit to lament.

The garment is lost, but where?

Is it the one on the shoulders of the rich?

Is it the one at the pastor’s pulpit?

Is it the one hanging at state house?

Lost garment, open your eyes

Until then shall you rise.

Claim your place in this vast earth,

Light up your past; let it shine into your future.

Find your creator in your own language and fashion…

Lost garment,  get back home.

Have you forgotten what you lost?

Or you are scared to be free…..