Parole not a Rap! By Azzouz

On the fly, I deliver my inner sensational sentimental poetry with the heartbeat of a political refugee. I feel for my people underground raped and silenced by a fascist's dark police brutal state. I feel for my starved people, robbed of their land, and its rich resources of Gold and trillions of phosphate's revenues! I feel for my relatives, who have been kidnapped and interrogated to intimidate me! I fell for the Moroccans who were reduced to meaneless starved, neglected and prosecuted slaves. Help free the Rif and the Berbers from tyranny!