I am the son of King Solomon
I am Raouf the son of Solomon the son of King David.
Inherited wisdom that grows, till my happiness faded!
Long time ago my father prayed for wisdom.
He didn’t know that later on I will be the victim.
Because in wisdom there is much sadness,
The light hurt my eye, longing for darkness.
And now I have seen all the miracles of life.
“Nothing worth” the fact the hurts like a knife
The price I have to pay for having a Royal blood
Seeing blind people around me who think that I am odd
I am Raouf the son of Solomon the son of King David.
The one who live in grief while people thought that he’s granted
poem by Raouf Reda
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