Am I behind these bars or is the world?
In my captivity I may be a bird
that flies across the sky; or maybe i'm a sword
in conscientious people's hearts:
a call to all to ask the sun to rise again.
Come share my bonds, with me just for a day.
Come.. and I promise
--if I can promise anyone in anyway--
I wouldn't make you stay.
Am I behind these bards,
or is it you?
Come and you'll see.
Come touch my hand,
Come touch my hand and go.
You'll never be the same again;
you'll never feel as free.
Ehab Lotayef, Montreal, February 11, 2004
* Charkaoui in Arabic means Easterner
