False Democracy

Your democracy is to be
Free from the true democracy.
You declare you’re ‘democratic’,
While you’re oppressive and despotic.
You say you fulfill the people’s woll,
So you destroy, banish and kill.
It’s a Goddamn conspiracy
Against your declared fallacy,
If somebody fights for the true
Democracy you don’t persue.
Sole like to believe and declare,
“Nobody needs to fear or care
Since democracy is alive,
Strong enough to survive.”
Let me tell them this policy
Is too weak to fight piracy.
Democracy derives its strength
From the people’s moral health.
It’s vulnerable to exremes,
To racial and national streams.
It’s so easy to undermine
Its foundations if we decline
To protect true democracy
And guard it against heresy.
Extremists of any kind and shape
Can ravish democracy and rape.
Bad intentions motivate them,
But each in fact a victim
To his doctrine and racial creed
Which to destruction often lead.
Fascism is a two edged sword,
A boomerang is its main chord,
But unless we fight together
And weed its roots altogether,
All the citizens of this state
Will soon be facing the same fate.

The Chat

The chat we had last night
Under the dim street light
Was tragically comic
Or comically tragic,
For we tried to conceal
How we really did feel.
We knew we were in love
And in fact we should have
Confessed, but we were scared
Though passion fiercely flared.
Our fervent, scarlet lips,
Our shaking, restless hips,
Our warmly pleading eyes,
Our fairly boiling thighs,
Our hearts’ palpitation,
All showed infatuation.
But we couldn’t discuss
The feelings binding us,
So we tried to pretend
That we didn’t intend
Right from the beginning
To have any longing,
Or any desire
Burning like a fire
So hard to relinquish
Inside our bones and flesh.
In fact we were afraid
For having so much heard
About love that did fail
Because it was too frail
To survive a few hours,
So indeed why should ours?
We feard to ex[erience
The potential existence
Of whatever affair
We could possibly share.
We were so reluctant
To probe the abundant
Feelings that we both knew
We shared but couldn’t view,
Or we were not sure about
Being shrouded in doubt.
How could we be so sure
That this love could endure
Amid the seas of blood
That never ceased to flood?
An explosion heard somewhere
Proved how helpless we were,
How weak the link would be
Between you, dear, and me.

Unbelievable

How unbelievable my life can be,
I’m a citizen of a third degree.
And don’t say ‘so what’, I’m indigenous,
Yet I’m still believed to be dangerous.
This is my country, I’m not a slave
Brought from overseas his masters to serve.
I should feel free whenever I go around,
I’m not to be hindered at all or bound.
What have I done to deserve rejection?
Why am I deprived of any protection?
Why should I always be victimized
When I have rights to be realized?
Why should I pay for others’ offenses
And be sacrificed of others’ defenses?
Compromising is the key solution,
Occupation is your life pollution.
You can’t occupy and get peace as well,
Occupation makes your life a living hell.
Occupation does lead to oppression
Which in turn leads to death and regression.
You can’t have both peace and security
By occupation and hostility.
“Arab” My identification card does say
So as to recognize me right away.
Why does a so-called liberal entity
Need to hurt its citizen’s dignity.
Is it a crime to be Palestinian
Or African or Red Indian?
By more killings there’s no security,
By more destruction there’s no immunity.
How many years must pass before you get
You’re victims as well , Why should you forget?
Hatred leads to hatred, try to get it
Before it’s too late to repent or regret.
We want to live in peace and harmony,
Not in conflict, tension and agony.
I don’t think you’re satisfied with yourselves
Chasing little children like hungry wolves.
You don’t like it, sure, but you have no say
Because you’re short sighted and led astray.

The Last Light

Peace, the last light, is out of sight,
We have eyes that see no light.
We’re running down a deadly race,
The worst ever run by the human race.
There’s no use of this endless fight,
If we eventually might
Come to the same conclusion
Contrary to some illusion.
Occupation is no guarantee
To anybody’s security.
As rain brings us fertility,
Just peace brings us tranquility.
Killing and vengeance
Lead to more killing and vengeance.
Stop setting off wars and hatred
In the name of places sacred.
We just have no understanding
That we are really standing
On the verge of an open hell
Unless we stop this sensless kill.
It seems much easier to press
Upon the trigger and oppress
Every chance for peace or effort
Than to good reasoning resort.
Try to weigh your priorities:
Keeping peace or territories.
You simply can’t have it both ways,
So, please don’t waste any more days.

Confinement

As a bastard I’m here treated,
Before I start, I’m defeated.
Try to imagine how it feels
To ride a carriage without wheels,
To spend your life going nowhere,
To be deprived of a chance fair
To break through the walls of mistrust
And survive without going bust.
I cannot be freein my state
Without controlling my own fate.
Prisons are of two kinds, one kind
Which is much worse, confines the mind,
The other confines the body
And when both are in custody,
A man is more dead than alive
And it’s better not to survive.
You might be ruling a kingdom,
However, without your freedom
You’re just another toy or slave
Who won’t be free unless he’s brave.
You’re quite brave only when you take
A stand that might put you at stake,
So if you’re ready to take the risk,
You must be wise enough to think
That only those who dare to range
The realm of dangers can bring change.
And to tell the truth I’m so weak,
As an altruist I’m a freak.
Sometimes I lose interest in speech,
Especially when it fails to reach
The hearts of those in authority
Killing us with their stupidity.
They have agendas of their own
Which don’t include peace, jobs and corn.
We, the peace believers, just waive
Instead of fighting this damn wave.

The Hitchhiker

What a terrible night, so cold and misty,
At midnight it became even frosty.
Within a few meters of the van light
Nothing was invisible, left or right.
So cold and scared I shrank into my seat,
Unable to move my stiff hands and feet.
A paralyzing fear crawled up my spine
When I almost knocked down a traffic sign.
No sooner I pulled myself together
When I thought I saw a shaking figure.
The idea of leaving it behind
In such a cold night didn’t cross my mind.
Therefore I stopped right away and drove back,
Though it was too hard to see the dark track.
All of a sudden I heard some knocking
When the howling wind sent the car rocking.
I braked immediately, opened the door
And saw a trembling man soaked to the core.
It was hard to see the man’s face indeed
Behind the frosty mist of the night’s shield.
Therefore I let him in without delay
Because his base was so far away.
Before he got in, he threw a bundle
On the back seat and then pushed a rifle.
Unexpectedly he was a soldier,
And consequently I was in danger.
How would he communicate or react,
If he discovered who I was in fact?
He might be grateful, obliged and thankful,
Or he might be suspicious and doubtful.
In fact, I feared I would later regret
If he my gesture he did misinterpret.
It might turn out that I was so naïve,
Or damn stupid to think, or just believe
That amid this deep animosity,
A gesture of sheer generosity
Would be considered totally friendly
And not so risky or rather deadly.
The soldier I noticed was restless,
Besides, he looked bewildered and helpless.
The seat actually was terribly wet,
But I asked him to calm down and not fret.
Gradually he felt much easier,
Since in the van it was much cozier.
A few minutes later he turned to me
And asked if I could drop him near base B.
I told him, of course, it would be all right
Since I would be driving close to the site.
We talked a lot about various topics
Such as politics and economics,
Yet it was hard for him to understand
Why I had a very critical stand
Against all Israel’s atrocities
Which had led to so many casualties.
They talk and talk but the don’t give a damn;
They want to win time as much as they can.
Suddenly when snowflakes began to fall,
I had a very unfortunate call.
He asked me what language I was speaking,
“Arabic” I told him without thinking
That such a revelation would ruin
The few minutes’ peace he had indulged in.
He looked frightened, suspicious and confused,
Though he was a while ago so amused.
I didn’t know what to think or expect,
All I could do was to wait and reflect.
When he finally got back to his senses,
He resorted to his own defenses.
He snatched his rifle and held it so tight
As if he was going to start a fight.
“Stop right here,’ he threateningly ordered;
I had to obey before getting murdered
Still holding his rifle he grabbed his sack
And get off without turning his back.
Well beyond midnight I was arrested
No matter how strongly I resisted.
That night the soldier hadn’t reached his base,
Therefore I had a few charges to face.

Little Sparrow

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Why have you come little fellow?
Have you got a story to tell?
Is your life too a living hell?
Are you caught in such a conflict
That never ceases to inflict?
Oh, how haggard you are, how frail,
Just like me in my mental jail?

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Perching on my shabby pillow,
An hour’s peace I wish I had
Before I go completely mad.
Is it too much to ask for some one
Whose life’s never known any fun.
Oh, my God! I’m losing my mind,
Yet no one seems to care or mind.

Little sparrrow, little sparrow,
I wish I could your wings borrow
So as to flee and thus be free
In a place where peace ought to be.
I’m a prisoner of my name,
It’s me, they think, they have to blame.
I’m torn between hostile cultures,
And tied to fanatic structures.

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Here you gain nothing but sorrow,
And that’s not what you feed upon,
So be wise enough to be gone.
Beware of man or you will bleed,
He kills for fun, take always heed.
Go, fly away, my heart is cold,
And my mind and spirit ten fold.

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
There’s nothing wise, nothing thorough,
We’ve lost the way and the creed,
So if you find a single seed
Which truth has carried in its womb,
Or burried in an ancient tomb,
It’s a message to the whole world,
We can’t live merely on the sword.

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Life is surprisingly shallow.
We have committed every sin
Since Cain murdered his only kin.
Oh, dear friend, what’s reality?
It’s hatred and hostility.
Why can’t we stop this deadly fight
And start our march toward the light?

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
My dungeon’s dark, deep and narrow,
Yet if I do manage to flee,
It won’t give up its grip on me.
I can’t be safe, I can’t be free,
I can’t be whole or simply be.
Wherever I go, they suspect,
Whatever I do, they neglect.

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Life looks solid, but it’s hollow.
You can be great, you can be star,
Yet vanity can’t take you far.
Life’s a mirage, a passing dream,
It will soon dry up like a stream.
If we make peace, we can survive,
If we reconcile, we’ll stay alive.

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
I think you instinctively know
“It’s the survival of the fittest”
Not the purist or the finest,
Yet I’ve got faith and trust
In the depth of the human crust,
Sure there’s light outside a tunnel
And space too outside a funnel.

Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Will you please come tomorrow?
Having eased my pain and sorrow,
Life won’t be after all shallow.
Hopefully soon I’ll fly and soar,
And stop feeling terribly sore.
Little sparrow, I’m scared no more
Because there’s still some hope in store.