If
If I was the leader
of my land
I would not be
the caliph of god
or the prince by blood
I would be—
skeptic—heretic—traitor—
burn the flags
of Allah and Nation
Ceasefire my coup d’etat
I would plant poetry in the streets
let words undress every strand
dance naked with the wind—
My people—not subjects but citizens—
would break the idols—
gather around the bonfire
of ancient bones
and worship the light