At the Walls of Gaza Strip

We are at the walls
We have lost our virginity
Under the hospitable stars
Behind the brushing bushes
And on the seats of cars with seasoning kisses

We are at the walls
Where we fingered the fingerling
And tinkered the chamberlain
That was looking and rebranding



We can do it
With the can do spirit of town
Where condemned condoms are hidden from frowns

BE Warned
But they are warmed in bed
By the tease of money, wealth and fame
To the contracts of thighs



Churches and Mosques in their fold
When they fold up in the evening
A new life unfolds
Holy Ghost fire dims for one terrible blazing fire
Hadith hides from the shawl of Haram



We are at the walls
Of Marx and Tolstoy
Home of the troubadours and trouble makers
“Its a mad hall of presidents”
Residing in the innards

We are the walls
Where favours ends at Gaza Strip
Except there is some stripping and some wailing.