The hallucinated ones of Allah

The hallucinated ones of Allah don't understand you, they just understand their own compulsion.

And high prices that surely shall be paid.

Because of the humiliations of yesterday.

*So they say*


But they humiliate their women every day of the life.

Life.



The hallucinated ones of Allah can't forget, oh no.

They can't be sweet and white like the elephants, which just forget; and whose minds are pure white calm

no, they can't.




But these hallucinated ones don't have any peace.

Neither look for peace, just don't want it: they want to hate, and can't see that crude fact: the life goes by.
By, by.

And it passes away, sliding like water among fingers.



They don't hear you anymore
because they don't even hear Allah telling them:

"You don't hear anymore."


They just hear the Allah that they created.

And that Allah, is their own minds.