Salman the Green of Syria
Roamed the streets in search of marifah
Missiles whizzed and whined above his head
Children hid and the skinny street dogs fled.
Salman the Green just stopped and observed the sky
The onlookers thought that he was one crazy guy.
Men with half their faces wrapped in red
Barked coldly: “Get down! Or you’ll be dead!”
They hid and and reappeared in the crumbling alleys
Shouting again to him: “Look out! YAA HAAJI!”
Salman, the Green, looked to the air and then to them
And said: “I’m looking for what’s beguiled all men!”
“You crazy fool!” They cursed: “Get off the street!
If one hits, you’ll be nothing but burnt meat!”
Salman the Green, removed his emerald turban
And showed these men something, a terrible burden.
It was a ring made of burning rotten flesh
The men in red gasped with utter anguish.
“What the hell is that you crazy fool?”
They all yelled, disgusted and confused.
“It is the one and only ring of human desire
Which only can be shred in marifah’s fire,
But I can not carry this ring anymore
Its weight is pushing me beyond the pure.
Shaytan composed this ring so he could wrap it round
The heart of every man in every town
Until the smell of lust had choked their brains
Until the taste of power flowed through their veins
And now they throw their fire from the sky
And women, children, families die.
The only way to end this spiral of hate
Is take this ring through marifah’s gate
And let it incinerate in that raging fire
So let me be, while a search for something higher!”
Some moments passed, the men in red scarves stood
A missile struck a house, the ground nearby shook.
When they looked again, Salman the Green had disappeared
They didn’t find his body as they had feared.
“What the hell was he talking about?” One of them remarked.
No one answered, but just for a while, some felt around their hearts.