I'm at standstill, pondering.
My mind is on tour, wondering.
Touring the world with no plane flights and no luggage.
With no hotel reservations and no baggage.
A tourist with his gentle mistress, conscience.
Perfume rain and reign in the middle of France.
Every whiff is a lustful fragrance.
The only stench I know comes from an expensive cologne.
But not the ones the dead men are wearing.
They say wine gets better with time, but corpses got me thinking... Stench gets worse with time.
Corpses litter the surroundings of suburbs in Syria.
Sirens and firing guns is the only symphony.
There's no art in this town but only the blood spill paintings on the bullet-hole decorated walls.
With pools of blood, gliding on the floor.

My mind is on tour, wondering.
I Roam in the streets of Rome.
caught by the display of bouquets of flowers portraying a euphoria.
And I'm wondering.
why the same flowers in Somalia are a welcome message
only an adornment of graveyards.
Famine plagues them, it pursues their lives voraciously.
Surely, death loves this country so dearly, it's lodged here for too long a stay.
Hunting mankind.
Hollywood is crowded with paparazzi buzzing over celebrity's heads
But in Palestine, it is flies that are buzzing over heads.
Heads of men who breathe no more.
Men who have left behind widows and orphans.
The biggest worry may be choosing which Sebago or Calvin Klein shoe to wear.
Until you see men with no feet.
At the end of the day your face ends up on Instagram.
Somewhere, faces always end up on obituaries.

My mind is on tour, wondering.
Louis Vuitton, Gucci bags and Kashmir scarfs adorn the opulent.
In Vegas, every minute witnesses several walking fortunes.
In Afghanistan, there are several walking coffins.
Funerals are the most witnessed occasions.
Undertakers are probably the busiest wage earners.
And graveyards are more crowded than settlements.
Dubai is flourishing with exquisite luxury.
Somalia is degrading in tattered penury.
My mind is on tour, wondering... pondering.
Why there is so much variation and contrast in the world.
I guess some are opulent to pour some for the poor.
But do we see it?