Marrakech

You, who would like to forever hide,
Never to be known,
To Beg and Beg,
You will never fit this city,
Not your robe...Nor your beard...Nor your demeanor!

A city that's becoming less yours,
A city that once was,
The hub of Knowledge!

You, who appear savage,
On the street built by savages,
You will never fit this city...not anymore.

A city that once was,
Built by savages!

Marrakech,
You were built by defenders!
Those that stared piercingly into the eyes of modernity and denied them!
You stood firm through desert storm and snow,
For your walls were plated with gold,
Gold that was the savage!