Danger Poet Danger

They gathered in small groups;
They gathered in secret places;
They spoke their dream in hushed voices;

“It’s dangerous!” they said;
“He’s dangerous!” they said;
“We can not wait longer, he preaches 
sedition, seduction.
He inflames innocence with desires 
of concupiscence.
He imbues a bloody business with
images of beauty.
He’ll cause our daughters to roam, to give
into perversion,
He has taken manly lust, tames it, renames it,
‘Romantic Love!’
He challenges our rights as ‘fathers!’

Come brothers, good men all! Let us
stone the poet!

Published in Moroccan Star Poetry