لا تَنبَلِجْ يا فَجْرَ عتمتنا الحَقيرَة…!
لا تَلثم ِ الجبلَ… السهولَ…
ولا تبالي بالجَزيرة
ما حَان وقتُ طُلوعِكَ الدُّرّي يا حلماً شهيدًا في القلوب المُستَجيرة
يا حُلْمَ طفلٍ ضائعٍ أو جائعٍ يُدعى تميمْ
لا شيءَ يملِكهُ لكي يحميهِ من بردِ الشِّتاءِ ومن لَظَى حَرِّ الظَّهيرَة
علّ السماءَ تودِّعُ الَّليلَ الطَّويلَ تقض ضجعتَه المثيرة
علّ الحَمَامَ يُفارقُ النَّوحَ الحزينَ على أَفَارِيزِ السّطوح…
على ثَرَى أرضِ السَّلامِ…
على شُجَيرتِنا الصَّغيرة
لا تَنبَلِجْ يا فَجْرَ عتمتنا الحَقيرَة…!
حتَّى تُفارقَنا كوابيسُ الحُروبِ
وتَهْجُرَ العقلَ الصَّريعَ مشاهدُ الوجعِ المَريرة
كي يمسحَ الشَّيخُ الوحيدُ دُموعَهُ
ويُضمِّدَ البلدُ الذبيحُ جراحه الحَرّى الكثيرة
… لا تَنبلِجْ يا فجرَ عتمتنا الحَقيرَة
قفْ … لا لأنِّي لا أُرِيدُكَ
بل لأنَّ التَّاجرَ المأفونَ يمتصُّ الدِّماءَ منَ الجماهيرِ الُفقِيرَة
ومبعثَرَ الوجدان يرضى أن يبيعَ حياءهُ
ويخونَ في علنٍ ضميرَه
وعُقولَ أكثرنا تُؤَجَّرُ دونَ فَرْشٍ
بل بِلا غُرفٍ وَلا أَرضٍ
… ولا سقفٍ يُظَلِّلُ في العَشِيَّاتِِ المَطِيرَة…
بلِقاءَ نِصفِ القرشِ يقذفُه أثيمٌ مستغِلٌ
ثم يقذفُ فوقَ نصفِ القرشِ سُكَّرةً أخيرَة
… لا تنبَلجْ يا فجرَ عتمتنا الحَقيرة
Today, on the 7th of February, science as we know it will never be the same again. Today, God speaks through Montreal, to wake up every rational person with a 3rd grade education who somehow has a brain and believes in science and global warming and have them face the harsh reality that global warming is an illuminati scam (not sure what purpose the word illuminati serves here but it seemed to enhance the dramatic effect so it stays).
Yes, you heard me. Sorry scientists and research institutions with billion figure budgets, all your research has proven useless today. You can go ahead and shred it. In fact, you can just burn it, it doesn’t matter anymore.
People of this planet, today the universe punishes every single one of us for every demeaning chuckle we made and every hilarious joke we cracked on Mr. Trump’s very coherent speeches on that matter (and most other matters). Through the crack between my Iskimo hat and Inuit scarf, at -infinity temperature as I write this, I decalre that Mr. Trump is a God sent saint and has spoken the truth and nothing but the truth with regards to the global warming scammers.
I think we all owe an apology to the tremendous efforts Trump has made in order to deliver this truth to us ignorant glass-half-empty folks despite all the logic, the research and the science epidemic that seemed to have taken over everybody’s brains these days. Thank you Mr. Trump for being, time and again, the one and only voice of reason and for busting those scientists trying to tell me there is global warming while I struggle to feel my nose and feet.
#trumpforpresident #WaitHeAlreadyIs #okperfect
PS; dear scientists, I’d hate for you to waste the extensive global warming research so you could just name it global colding instead and we’ll call it even 😉 . Tnx
The fact that you have to go on netflix’s kids section to be able to watch you some SpongeBob is everything that is wrong with humanity today.
Before I spit my gum, pack up and head to the bikini bottom, I have a few words of support to those who share my perfectly normal TV taste and refuse society’s pressure to watch cancerous material such as fox news instead:
My beloved adult SpongeBob SquarePants fans, I have a dream that one day we’ll all stream SpongeBob on our phones and the guy sitting next to us on the bus won’t change seats, that one day, we’ll all appreciate the tremendous value Patrick and Squidward have to offer to mankind without automatically losing credibility in all other life matters. One day we’ll all enjoy this piece of art of a show with dignity.
There’s hope everyone.
You know that feeling when you’re casually walking down the street and you just fall and end up publicly humiliated, with a broken leg, paralysis, brain damage, diarrhea, bipolar disorder and HIV? Yeah, you don’t. Unless you’re one of the lucky few living in Montreal, the freezer section of “God’s personal refrigerator”, ladies and gentlemen.
While the articulated scenario might have been a tiny teensy bit dramatic, hang tight, because I’m about to drop some TOP SECRET knowledge on you.
My friends, *drumroll*
Montreal is secretly the world’s largest ice skating rink at which you’re not allowed skates and you don’t even know it.
A little background for those intrigued by my findings, the city has been designed by a psychopathic iceskating mastermind that finds enormous pleasure in watching innocent people slip on the ice and has ambition to expand his rink over the entire world and increase the span of his tortured victims with poor coordination and a few extra pounds.
So please watch out everybody and let’s all stand together in the face of this heartless vicious monster. Also, you really don’t want to be laughed at 7:30 in the morning when you haven’t had your morning coffee quite yet, let that sink in.
PS; Of course this is all based on experiences of acquaintances. As you know, my coordination level is through the roof and I absolutely don’t slip on the ice twice a day on a regular basis and get laughed at at all. Absolutely not.
It was dark, wet and terrifying. I was taking shelter in a corner of the boat where nobody could see that my eyes are about to betray my pride and spill a few tears out, Where nobody could see how shaky, weak, and vulnerable I was, or perhaps just how “not me” I was! The waves of hysterical yelling and infants’ cries surrounding me were far more powerful than the waves of the heartless sea in which we’re sailing. I chose to take a short nap so I could forget about the present for a while and get the precious opportunity to dream about arriving at the Greek shores safe and sound to seek refuge. Interestingly, I did not yet realize that this experience would reveal more about me than I ever knew, and more about how dirty, selfish and disgusting this world is, than anyone would ever imagine.
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