by Jad Diab and Abdallah Soliman
Queer tales they tell across the sea
Of the Emirates, liberated
They say in sands the people free
And none be subjugated.
There towers grand and ample hearths
A people dressed in glee.
Their smiles are wide, with wider hearts.
Bright souls, they shine so free.
There none be slaved, by craven men
And none be made a thrall.
For man redeemed, with freedom found,
Betwixt is joy for all.
All this is bless’d, and guided kind
By your righteous decree.
With cause so just, Rhadamanthine mind.
So glad your subjects be…
Discordant, here we lay
With rejoice a thought so far.
A scene of soot and ceaseless blood.
Within a terrible canvas we are.
For we dwell in greatest bondage.
Land shackled by selfish fiend.
And no Spartans are our captors,
Yet we lay in helotry.
And I privy you who harken
To our desperate plea.
Come forth, your highness.
Come forth from the gilded merriment
And set our people free.