WELLINGWORDS

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They put your face down in The Book of Faces

No more secrets, no more intimacy

Uncovered, you give in everything

No need for a rod, no need for torture

“This what I ate and this what I drank

This is my wife and, these are my friends

This is my opinion on politics and politicians

This is…This is…This is…

 

They put you face down in The Book of Faces

They conceived a trap and named it

“Freedom market”

And mindless you dived in

 

They put your face down in The Book of Faces

Discarded from the World, you err

A driven puppet with a raving mind

You flee reality and jump into their quick sands

 

They put your face down in the Book of Faces

They put OUR faces down in The Book of Faces

The Book of Faces…The Book of Faces…The Book of Faces.

 

Hafsa Bekri-Lamrani

Salé, November 12, 2013

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