ﻃﺎﺣﻮﻧﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﺼﺮﻭﻣﺎ ﺃﺩﺭﺍﻙ ﺑﻬﺎ؟
ﺗﻄﺤﻦ ﻗﻴﻤﻨﺎ ﺍﻷﺧﻼﻗﻴﺔ ..
ﻋُﻠﺐ ﻣﻤﻠﻮﺀﺓ ﺑﺎﻟﺒﺸﺮ ...
ﻣﺴﺘﺴﻠﻤﻴﻦ ..
ﻣﺴﺘﻌﺬﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻻﺧﺘﻨﺎﻕ ..
ﻣﺴﺘﻤﻠﺤﻴﻦ ﺍﻻﺣﺘﺒﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﺤﺮﺍﺭﻱ ...
ﻭﺑﺴﺒﺐ ﻛﺮﺳﻲ ﻳﺤﺼﻞ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺘﺤﻴﻞ ...
ﻭﻳﺎ ﺳﻴﺪﺗﻲ !..
ﻟﻲ ﺑﻴﺖ ﻣﻦ ﻃﻴﻦ
ﺳﺄﺗﺮﻛﻪ ﺑﻌﺪ ﻗﻠﻴﻞ ..
ﻭﻟﻲ ﻗﺒﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺗﺮﺍﺏ
ﻣﻨﻪ ﺍﻟﻤﺒﺘﺪﻯ ﻭﺇﻟﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺘﻬﻰ
ﻭﻟﻲ ﻓﺘﻨﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺑﺎﻃﻨﻲ ...
ﻭﻗﺪ ﺟﺌﺘﻴﻨﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺯﻣﻦ
ﺷﺎﺥ ﻓﻴﻪ ﻭﺟﻬﻪ
ﺗﺤﻤﻠﻴﻦ ﻧﻌﺸﻚ
ﻓﻮﻕ ﻛﺘﻔﻴﻚ ..
ﺃﻓﻲ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﻠﺤﻈﺔ ﺗﻮﺩﻋﻴﻨﻲ؟ !
ﺃﻓﻲ ﺿﻴﻖ ﺍﻟﻮﺍﺩﻱ ﺗﺘﺮﻛﻴﻨﻲ؟ !
ﺁﻩ ! ﺛﻢ ﺁﻩ !
ﻟﻮ ﻛﻨﺖ ﺗﻌﻠﻤﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻓﻲ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ [ ...
ﻻ ! ﻳﺎ ﺳﻴﺪﺗﻲ !..
ﻃﺎﺣﻮﻧﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﺼﺮ ﺗﺤﻤﻠﻨﻲ
ﺇﻟﻰ ﻟﻐﺔ ﺍﻻﺳﺘﻴﻘﺎﻅ ﻭﺍﻟﺘﻴﻘﻆ
ﻷﺑﺤﺚ ﻓﻲ ﺫﺍﺗﻲ
ﻫﻞ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ ﻋﺮﻕ ﻧﺒﻴﻞ؟ ...
ﻻ ﺃﺣﺐ ﺃﻥ ﺗﺮﺩﻳﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻄﺎﺣﻮﻧﺔ ﻣﻴﺘﺎ ..
ﺳﻮﻑ ﺃﻫﺪﻳﻚ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﺖ ..
ﻭﺃﺭﺣﻞ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻣﻘﺒﺮﺓ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﺪ ...
ﻋﻮﺽ ﺃﻥ ﺃﻋﻴﺶ ﻓﻲ ﻋﻠﺒﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﺼﺮ ...
ﻻ ﺃﺭﻳﺪ ﺃﻥ ﺃﺭﺙ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﻰ، ﺗﻘﻠﻴﺪﺍ ...
ﻗﻴﻤﻨﺎ ﺃﺭﺍﻫﺎ ﺗﻌﺎﻧﻲ ﺍﻷﻓﻮﻝ
ﻳﺎ ﺳﻴﺪﺗﻲ !..
ﻫﺰﻱ ﺇﻟﻴﻚ ﺑﺠﺬﻉ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻳﻌﺔ
ﺗﺘﺴﺎﻗﻂ ﻋﻠﻴﻚ ﺛﻤﺎﺭ ﺍﻟﻜﺘﺎﺏ ﻭﺍﻟﺴﻨﺔ
ﻭﻳﻠﺞ ﻗﻠﺒﻚ ﺍﻟﻨﻮﺭ
ﻓﺘﻀﻴﺌﻴﻦ ﻣﻘﺒﺮﺓ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﺪ
ﻭﺗﺤﺘﺮﻕ ﻃﺎﺣﻮﻧﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﺼﺮ