Stranded in Marrakech

I'm afraid I'm stuck in Marrakech

But with local I admit I've been blessed

It could have been M'Hamid or Tingdad

Or another particular douar unsaid

Why, you ask, am I sitting here?

Well therein is a tale to hear

The taxi drivers and buses

Are worried and all making fusses

About a new government policy

Regard: driving-accident injuries

Let's say your bus, as along it flies

Accidentally hits someone who dies

Off to jail you go

For five years whole

And 50 million dirhams' your fee

Which you'll be paying for eternity

So that's the new policy rumor

That has made traveling a blunder

For every tourist walks the streets

With miserable, tired defeat

And stare down at their feet

Wishing for comfortable sneaks

Because fancy heals don't cut it, I say

When "no taxis" means walking all day

Thus settling in we all are

Since one simply can't travel far

Rather wander through blossoming parks

And get lost in Jma Alfna's larks