contemplations

I look back and see through the mist
How a ruthless and angry fist
Has been crushing my precious peace
And devouring it piece by piece.

I was born on a land of mine
Beautiful, splendid and fine,
But, unfortunately, I am now
A stranger and I don’t know how.

A citizen of a third rate
That’s what I’ve become, what a fate!
A man who is always busted
Because he cannot be trusted.

I’m the native of this great land
Just like its shores and golden sand,
My rights are elementary,
Say geography and history.

It’s my right to grow and prosper
And lead a life nice and proper.
I’m not to be bound and deterred,
And ultimately be transferred.

I should be allowed to survive,
Live in peace and, hopefully, thrive.
Remember this is also my state too
Whatever you inflict or do.

Compromise is the stepping-stone
Toward peace in this, land war-prone;
Peace is the greatest gift and grace
That can save us from this war-curse.

Peace depends on the sanity
Of those who deplore enmity,
And those who have seen so much blood
That can begin a second flood.

Treat the others with the respect
And love you demand and expect.
Be curious to learn their culture
That adds to the human structure.


The world’s full of different colors,
Like a garden full of flowers,
Ah, what a dull and boring place,
The world will be with just one race.

Respect every identity
And every race’s entity,
Don’t hate this or that religion,
Every one has its origin.

If you form the majority,
Still you are a minority,
For it’s a relative matter
So think it over, don’t stutter.

I’m a man not just blood and flesh,
You can’t treat me just as you wish.
I’m a man as free as the wind
That all enmities can transcend.

By building barriers and that wall,
Of course peace will eventually fall.
They’ll definitely undermine
All efforts for peace just and fine.

We need to remove every cuff
That hinders peace or such a staff.
Don’t talk about equality,
Do make it a reality.

We all have to be courageous
To do what’s just and righteous.
To no avail is every deed
That we do if it hate does breed.

Why is it so easy to hold
Onto prejudices so old?
Why do we stick to a belief
That leads to bloodshed and mischief.

Why is it easier to stir
The inhuman elements’ flare
Than build up the mutual trust
Between nations which is a must.

Why should I prove my loyalty
Every day to the royalty?
Why can’t a citizen pursue
His dreams despite what may ensue?


Between the hammer hard and cold
And the anvil they me do hold.
Am I guilty of no reason?
Is my survival a treason?

Life by itself is a value
Not land or any revenue.
Love, compassion, and tolerance
Are the paths to coexistence.

Killing and assassinations,
Violence and accusations
Repeatedly reiterated
Make me feel so irritated.

Your arrogance and vanity
Won’t make peace a reality.
It can’t grow and it never will
As long as you destroy and kill.

Peace can’t live and dwell in a swamp
Where prejudice does leave its stamp.
Peace needs leaders brave and plain
Who seek no political gain.

Nations can’t live just by the sword,
However strong they are and bold,
Constant wars are to no avail,
They only let hatred prevail.

Peace is the key to all conflicts;
War only disasters inflicts.
There are no winners or losers,
At war we’re all the abusers,

Let’s all set up peace high and grand
And not put it down to the ground,
Narrow mindedness only leads
To destruction and pains it yields.

It is much wiser not to fall
In faults whether big or so small.
Why aren’t we any more thinkers?
Why can’t we remove our blinkers?

How can you get the other’s trust
By being unfair and unjust?
How can you be safe and secure
While the other’s rights are obscure?

Acts of mutual violence
Lead to more and more vengeance.
Compromise, on the other hand,
Will make us share this splendid land.

Greatness is the ability
To give up one’s hostility.
Only just peace can make amends,
And make previous foes become friends.

We need a world of peace and love
That glitters like the stars above.
We don’t need the narrow minded
Who make the world with blood flooded.

Peace won’t come through a gun’s barrel,
This way you can’t win this battle.
Peace comes through reconciliation,
Not through acts of retaliation.

To make peace a true prophesy,
You have to change your policy.
With love, honesty and good will
We all can stop this useless kill.

A ceaseless conflict nothing brings;
It will render peace without wings.
We have to live in harmony,
Not in despair and agony.

It’s the duty of everyone
To fight for peace not for the gun.
It’s a pity that the extreme
Have become here the ruling stream.

If we focus on the welfare
Of nations and not on warfare,
The world will be a better place
In which everyone will live in grace.

You can’t be oppressors for long
Even if you’re now great and strong.
You can survive by honesty,
As well as thrive by modesty.

Wars can end everything but hate
Which keeps running deep like one’s fate.
Mad power is self-destructive,
However, it seems productive.

I’m optimistic I confess
No matter how much you oppress.
I do believe that tomorrow
Will yield no more pain or sorrow.

However, it will take some time
To get peace precious and sublime.
Peace will eventually come true
For your own good and mine too.

The Wall

To stop this catastrophic fall,
You’re building a gigantic wall
Which you believe will stop terror
And help you get rid of horror.
I don’ know, are you realy blind?
Why don’t you look not far behind?
The time of walls has allready lapsed,
They’ve fallen down, just collapsed.
Whatever they represented
Is now world wide resented.
People want to live peacefully,
And cooperate usefully.
They want to live on with respect
And have a much better prospect.
They want to succeed and prosper
And lead a life good amd proper.
They need no more catastrophes,
No more racial philosophies.
They want to exchange expertise,
They do need to use and release
Their frustrated abilities
And find new possibilities.
They don’t need a wall of no avail
Which eventually won’t prevail.
A wall, you think you need so hard,
Will be pulled down someday by hand,
The huge sums being invested
For nothing are being wasted.
The leaders are just selling you
An illusion you think it’s true.
No wall can divide between sides
Living so close within few strides.
A wall can’t bring security
To a fear stricken community.
You have to deal with the causes
Not with the consequences.
Terror feeds on the lack of hope
When people can’t manage or cope
With life’s responsibilities
Or stop future fatalities.
You can’t have peace while you destroy,
Talking peace is another ploy.
No wall at all can alleviate
The feelings of fear or deviate
The problem from its true reasons
No matter how many seasons
Will pass untill you come at last
To the conclusion, hopefully fast,
That you can’ be free and secure
While they continue to endure.
No one can beat the resistance
Of those who fight for existence.
Actually they’ll accelerate
Their fight until they liberate
Their land and have a state of their own,
And as history has always shown,
A wall of iron and concrete
Is just cynical and obsolete.

The wall of mistrust between nations
Always causes tense relations.
This wall you must know won’t keep back
Any body whose life is black.
Instead you have to build a wall
Of trust, respect and life fo all,
A wall of free will and enterprise
By which eaach side can realise
Its own dreams without causing grief
To others or any mischief.
A wall doesn’t separate for a while
Between enemies still hostile.

What Makes

What makes neighbours stupidly fight?
What makes them lose their inner sight?
What makes extremists keep struggling
While we keep talking and prattling?
What makes them enslaved to their past,
Unable to make a new start?
What makes them so insensitive,
Indifferent and uncreative?
What makes them refuse to reflect
Before they stupidly reject?
What makes them become oppressors
And so unduly aggressors?
What makes a man think he’s a god
Who decides what’s good and what’s bad?
What makes us all narrow minded,
Tied up by greed, wrath and hatred?

The Magic Word

If you had the right magic word,
Right away you’d make us vanish,
If we had it or the right code,
Your existence we’d soon ravish.
But because neither you nor we
Have that magical skill, let’s think
What the alternative might be-
Peace lest we all fall down and sink.

Love Under Siege

She was sitting on my usual rock
Where the foamy, restless waves used to flock.
When she turned and charmingly looked,
My soul ahe captured, my heart she hooked.
I tried to fight the spell of her green eyes
Which reminded me of the pure sunrise.
Having failed, I thought of running away,
But she surprisingly urged me to stay.
In fact, she spoke nicely and playfully,
However, I reiterated doubtfully.
My true identity she couldn’t know
Therefore it would be much safer to go.
So I got up but before I could leave
She said something I could hardly believe.
She said she loved me though she tried to fight
Falling in love with me at first sight.
Completely shocked , I intended to flee
For it was a set up, I should get free.
She then explained that race or origin
Had nothing to do with love nor religion.
Yet I told her to be more practical,
The whole issue was in fact cynical.
But she calmed me saying she didn’t care,
Her love, she thought, was genuine and fair.
“Ah, you’re romantic”, I had to explain,
“This queer relationship is hard to sustain.”
She then suggested that it would be best,
If we just tried to put it to the test.
A few weeks passed and every thing was fine,
Until the siege made our lives decline.
I was afraid our love affair of course,
Would be ravished during its deadly course.
Still I went to the sea to wash my fears
And pour away my invisible tears.
Still I continued to sit on my rock,
But the waves my good intentions did mock.
My efforts were vain for she came no more
And I really missed her more than before.
How on earth can we have any relief
When every side adheres to its belief?
Only those who are set to compromise
Can live I peace, there’s no way otherwise.
One day she showed up , but she looked battered,
The dazzle of her eyes was so shattered.
She stepped backward and took a deep breath
Before she said she’d come to seek death.
Her brother whom she wanted to avenge
Had been butchered while crossing a bridge.
“go ahead, kill me if you dare to kill,
He who loves well, can’t kill and never will.”
Suddenly she shivered and dropped the gun
Which went ablaze by the inflaming sun.

That’s Me

Everyone thinks I’m alright and so cool,
That’s because I play the clown or the fool.
I’m the citizen with the one thousand masks,
I’m the magician with mysterious sacks.
I’m a walking skeleton in my state,
"Better dead than alive’’ some like to state.
I’ve always been terrified, yet I’ve stayed
Just as an olive tree that doesn’t fade.
I’m the weirdest mixure of all structures,
I’m the most haunted by hostile cultures.
I’m the scapegoat of all the invaders
Who come and go, think of the crusaders.
That’s why I do play the fool and the clown
Even though I’m sick and my spirit’s down.
How else can I survive? How else can I be?
That’s me always torn between me and me.

Don Quixote

Heartache my country always offers me,
A struggle for ‘to be or not to be’,
A hard life I do lead in my country,
Just into dungeon I’m grante entry.
Citizenship is just more than being,
It’s behaving, believing and feeling,
I can’t enjoy my citizenship
Because of this queer relationship.
My brethren are at war with my own state,
How am I supposed to relate?
Here I don’t exist, I just eat and drink,
Nobody cares whether I feel or think.
I have no role to play whatsoever,
What can I do? What can I endeavor?
I’m Don Quixote trying to fix the world,
But my reward is a life dark and cold.

Oh country

Oh country so indifferent,
I wish you would claim me someday,
Oh countrymen not different,
Hold me tight lest I go astray.
You have one last refuge- reason,
Once you listen, you’ll never fail,
Acceptance cannot be treason,
It surely helps you to set sail.
Denying others’ legal rights
Emplies denying your own too,
You incite everlasting fights
By ignoring what’s just and true.
Compromising must be mutual,
Thus the reward goes to each side,
Stabborness is not practical,
It makes the opponents collide.
A real leader can change history,
A fake one nothing can change,
He can never bring victory,
Only futile wars he can wage.
Historical conflicts are solved
Only by reconciliation,
They can never be resolved
By wars or annihilation.
Wars breed hatred and bitterness,
All sacrifices are in vain,
In the long run you shall witness
In compromising lies your gain.
So what’s the use of more killing?
Why do we have to keep grieving?
Ultimately we’ll be willing
To pick up what’s we’re now heaving.
A leader must have a vision
That can help change reality,
Any thinking or decision
Must relate to humanity.
Alas in our abnormal state
Such a leader did find his death,
Since extremists control its fate
It will never regain its health.

A collective Grave

Suddenly home was a collective grave,
Even the gray cat nobody could save.
If its nine lives were just of no avail,
Who could survive? The elderly so frail!?
They lived in thay ugly, rotten building
All their lifetime and they kept on holding
Onto it as if it was their life belt,
Or everything that their lives really meant.
Many times the city officials tried
To evacuate them, but they denied
For they knew it wasn’t out of concern
For their welfare, but in order to gain
Control of the building as they’d done
With thousands of buildings already gone.
It has always been the state’s policy
(Whatever they say is sheer heresy),
Not to permit any innovation
Of Arab houses or restoration.
This is one of the procedures the state
Has long been taking to evacuate
The Arabs from their buildings or houses
Which are mostly located in mixed cities.
As a result over the years the stones
Of that shelter looked just like olden bones
Dug out of an ancient tomb and scattered
All over the yard already battered.
As a rotten piece of cheese were the walls
The windows of which resembled black holes.
At last the rotten skeleton fell apart
Burying those who refused to depart
Since it was more acceptable to die
Than give up their home and believe a lie.

The Sea Is Serene

The sea is serene today,
The sky is crystal clear,
The golden sand’s fair for play
But forsaken out of fear.
The promenade by the sea
Is so wide enough for walks,
But no sound of jubilee
Is voiced by the walking folks.
So cool and calm is the night,
So glittering is the moon,
But everyone out of fright
Has hurried inside so soon.
The hills wonderfully bloom,
What a colorful array!
Yet some adventurers roam
While the rest indoors do stay.
Listen, the birds nicely sing,
Ah, what a sweet melody!
So skillfully they do swing
Ignoring our tragedy.
The ears of corn gleam in the sun,
Daffodils are everywhere,
But peace, alas, is long gone,
Yet noboy seems to care.
Once there was an enemy
Who fought many a battle,
But he was killed, oh dear me,
For trrying to end the struggle.
Peace that was once within reach,
Is now very far away,
For here extremists do preach
Yet we don’t stand in their way.
That night the birds were singing
And the world was singing too,
My heart as well was ringing
The old dream which might come true.
But deadly flashes of light
Pierced the so elated heart,
And peace I thought was in sight
Tragically fell apart.
There’s no shred of sanity
As we are enslaved to greed,
What a sad humanity
That has abandoned its creed.
Here it can be paradise
And life can be fantastic,
But because we fail to rise
It’s become melancholic.
Here for everyone there’s room
If we learn to reconcile,
Otherwise we’ll meet our doom,
So try to think for a while.
Life can be happy and great
If we do cooperate,
In such a terrible state
we can not communicate.
Yet I still harbor some faith,
We’ll live in peace someday,
The land will have a new birth,
Once we choose the right way.

Yesterday They Were

Yesterday they were in diapers,
Now they’re in the killing forces,
They’re well built killers,trained nipers
With helmets veiling their faces.
Some stroll in shining uniforms,
Others in dismal white clothing,
Hatred has a one thousand forms
And they all enjoy blood bathing.
Brainwashed they’re ready to murder,
Their hands no more hold the toy guns,
Although they try to look bolder,
They’re still the little frightened sons.
They go to battles they can’t win,
They kill and get killed uselessly,
If they protest it’s a grand sin
And they are defamed ceaselessly.
They die and some call them heroes,
While others call them martyrs,
Their wounds are as deep as furrows
And yet I believe they’re friars.
Yesterday they swam like dolphins
And squabbled about trivial things,
Now some are enclosed in coffins,
While others have no arms or legs.
Leaders with blinkered opinions,
Bound by shackles they can’t escape,
Send soldiers as strong as stallions
To kill, destroy, ravish and rape.
Wars for heaven’s sake have been made
To sanctify the leaders’ greed,
Youths before time in graves are laid
To satisfy those who still lead.
There’s not any sense in killing
Whether on this side or that side,
There’s not any sense in filling
The earth with graves which you can’t hide.
This on going fight is futile,
Eventually parts will have to talk,
Without willing to reconcile
Mere talking is just a sick joke.
We need to have a new vision
To deliver all of us here,
This wall can’t bring division,
But many are too deaf to hear.
Peace is the war we all must wage
Against fanatic extremists,
We have to stop this bloody rage
Kindled by fundamentalists.
Though leaders are indoctrinated
And their folly is immutable,
I’m not to be damn frustrated
Since my spirit’s indomitable.
Someday people will cast away
The fear with which they are injected,
They’ll find out that the only way
Is peace They’ve so far rejected.

Damn It

Oh, Damn it, damn it,
Surely you’re not fit.
Oh, damn it, you all
Just play with my soul.
For many decades
You’ve caused me headaches.
You seem to talk peace
While you wage wars fierce.
Oh,we’re not your slaves
To get on our nerves.
Neither we are puppets
Nor we are rabbits.
Though this show of yours
Has been on for years,
It has to end now
And you damn know how.
Give up your old dreams,
Stop your hideous schemes.
Don’t treat us like fools,
Don’t use us as tools.
Peace needs deeds not words
So put down you swords.
We’re sick of false hopes
And dancing on ropes.
Our lives are the price
For your deadly dice.
Our lives aren’t a bet
To be fixed or set.
We deserve to be
Happy and carefree.
Peace is all we need,
We don’t want to bleed,
We don’t want to die
While leaders still lie.
Stop talking and talking
While peace is breaking.
Damn it, we need some time
Away from war and crime.
Without compromise
Here’s not paradise.
The best of our years
Have drowned in our tears.
life which is bitter
Should be just better.
What’s wrong with us all?
Why can’t we stop the fall?
If we are sincere,
We must not adhere
To vain policies,
Or damn fallacies.
Alas we’re silent
Though to wars we’re sent.
Still the play goes on
Since we depend on
The same damn players
And the same prayers.

It’s Not a Sin

It’s not a sin to steal the fruit of peace,
But it’s damn sinful if you don’t reveal
It’s healing nectar and do introduce,
Otherwise like a common thief you steal.
Instead of death we mostly produce
In order to get some sinister deal,
Instead of prejudice we much induce,
We should show tolerance we really feel.
We always entertain just a short truce
For each day encompasses an ordeal,
Why is it hard for people to deduce
That war is futile like a punctured wheel?
Unfortunately they’re determined to fight
So as to catch in their net the sunlight.

I Surveyed

I surveyed the human heritage
While father was dying of old age.
Millions of people before age
Fall aimlessly like dry foliage.
Infants, children, men and women
Die not due to disasters, famine,
Diseases and catastrophes
But due to their leaders’ greed for trophies.
People pay for their vanity
And lack of creativity.
Sometimes you see some spots of light,
Yet the sky is still dark at night.
We destroy by false dignity
What we build with humility.
Young soldiers with far reaching dreams
Have fallen for their leaders’ schemes.
Orphans and widows go to graveyards
Instead of gardens and Disney lands.
Are these wars inevitable?
Is peace really improbable?
We’re irritatingly naïve
For we prefer to die and grieve.
History repeats itself we all know,
Why don’t we learn? Why are we so slow?
I can’t understand people here,
They simply can’t see what’s so clear:
You’ll get true peace once you withdraw,
Occupation is just a sraw.
The more you seek occupation,
The more you cause humiliation.
But can you do that forever?
Will you get peace this way? Never.
Security is just guaranteed
Once you give up your pride and greed.
You’re strong but from within you’re weak,
Moral strength is all you must seek.
It’s the way to security,
While pride leads to impurity.
Oh God , show us your way and grace,
Have mercy on the human race.

Hadn’t the Night

Hadn’t the night spread its mantle,
They would have died in the battle.
Two enemies one from each side
Trying to get away or hide.
The bush could offer them shelter
So as to avoid each other,
But could they escape the wild beasts
That were looking for human feasts?
Many a time they were a threat
To those who passed through or there dwelt.
In fact they were responsible
For many deaths and quite possible
They would very soon start to flood
Drawn by the smell of flesh and blood.
The two enemies, however,
Feared to encounter each other
Ignoring the hyenas which
Began to loom out of a ditch.
So as darkness was thickening,
The hyenas kept threatening.
Meanwhile their great pain continued
Though they did show much fortitude.
However bad they were wounded,
Their suspicions loudlier sounded.
The moon suddenly lit the zone
Where scattered corpses could be shown.
Hideous movement was felt around,
Yet they couldn’t utter a sound.
Each other they kept avoiding
Though they were seriously bleeding.
The movement became tense and heads
Did pop out of the grassy beds.
The sounds grew louder and louder
And danger got much closer.
Still they remained nailed to their fear
And soon the hyenas would them tear.
The beasts became so persistent
That the danger was imminent.
They just had to work together
Or they’d be doomed altogether.
Finally one of them ventured out
And unexpectedly began to shout.
He looked bewildered and dizzy
When he came forward in frenzy.
“Why aren’t you shooting?” He shouted
Although terrified he sounded.
Completely taken by surprise
The other foe could hardly rise.
He looked weak, haggard and so pale
That even to talk he would fail.
But he pulled himself together
And managed somehow to stutter,
“I’ve got some bullets but no gun,
I’ve lost it, so what can be done?”
“It’s all right; throw them to me now,
My gun is still with me somehow,
But I’m short of bullets that’s why
I couldn’t shoot but you and I
Will soon drive these bastards away
And call for help without delay.”

Farwell

“Farewell” she said and ran away
Without looking back just for once,
Overwhelmed nothingI could say
For it was the end of romance.
Yet I had to be on my way
So as not to miss the last bus,
Though mesmerized I couldn’t stay
And try to make a useless fuss.
I tried to be as tough as her
And leave all we had shared behind,
Not because I just didn’t care,
But I had to make up my mind.
I stood at the bus stop hoping
I’d manage somehow to forget,
I knew we couldn’t keep coping
For each one here was a target.
Love however strong can’t survive
In a state of so much hatred,
Here It’s hard to stay alive
For life’s not anymore sacred.
When the bus finally arrived,
I sat at the far back and sank
Into deep depression and dived
Into despair totally blank.
At this turn of my troubled life
Oblivion should spread its mantle
And burry down my ceaseless strife
Along with my long lost struggle.
Yet I had to have a strong will
And the skill to walk in the rain
Without getting wet for I still
Couldn’t afford to lose my brain.
For this is the land of madness,
The land of greed and vanity,
Though shrouded in severe sadness,
Many like this reality.
Most stupidly they still digest
Their long rooted beliefs and fears,
Unable to try and suggest
That occupation the land tears.
History has shown that the brave
Can bring change, but there is no one,
And though things are seriously grave
Nothing so far has been really done.
God almightly, give me power
To maintain my humanity,
Here every day or even hour
A man may lose his sanity.
I wish it was just a bad dream,
Or a trick or an illusion,
For my frustration was extreme
And ten fold my own confusion.
The bus jerked to a stop and shook
My whole being tragically,
I felt as if a deadly hook
Had caught me damn critically.
In fact we all feel so nervous
Whenever we get on a bus,
For it’s become so dangerous
That any harm may befall us.
Safety’s here a far-fetched term,
Every thing is quite ominous,
Life is no more stable and firm
Actually it’s so precarious.
Wherever one goes, he feels unsafe,
Whether in this side or that one,
He’s like a vulnerable waif
For whom nothing right has been done.
For myself I could be injured
Even killed like many others,
Terror is known to have murdered
All colors, sheer killing matters.
The bus moved on and once again
I sank into bewilderment,
Her decision not to remain
Was a source of astonishment.
I knew she was unpredictable
And so revolutionary,
Though such love is unacceptable,
Yet she always did the contrary.
She never gave up upon me
Though she used to have arguments,
Her folks insisted she should be
More careful about her movements.
However, she seemed not to care
For strong was the relationship,
Great experiences we did share,
We just ignored all censorship.
In fact she was so strong and free
That she always had the spirit
To do things or set off to see
Things that were beyond the limit.
I remember how heartedly
We laughed at our own remarks,
And how we unexpectedly
Ventured out ignoring the land marks.
“Please remind me to remind” I used to ask her cunningly,
“Well remind me to remind you
To remind me” she’d say laughingly.
Ah, so much we used to wander
And watch all kinds of migrating birds,
So much we used to look in wonder
At green meadows and grazing herds.
Each other we could anderstand
Actually before we did speak,
We always sauntered hand in hand
Where no one at all could us seek.
But now every thing was over,
I wouldn’t see her once again,
I wish I would soon recover
And avoid having to complain.
The bus slowed down and then halted,
I looked ahead and felt so bad,
Oh, how much those jams I hated,
But this was the worst I ever had.
That night a bus was exploded
And they said it was as bad as hell,
Was she safe or was she wounded?
Would I be safe? No one could tell.

Emptiness

I’m bound to overwhelming emptiness,
The way a horse is bound to its harness.
I always get myself inside a bubble,
Hoping to keep myself out of trouble.
But is that possible? I’m not damn sure,
In such a painful state we just endure.
For many years I’ve been telling myself
We just can’t keep sitting on the shelf.
Thousands of people alas have nothing to say,
They think they can be out of trouble this way.
They do cry their hearts out but secretly,
Not knowing that they order their own death
By remaining silent and holding their breath.
So think it over, overcome your fear
Before it’s too late and the cost is dear.

I Envy

I envy every citizen
Who lives in a state if his own
Where he’s not seen as a burden
Sinece he was unluckily born.
I envy every citizen
Who’s able to communicate
With the rest of his countrymen
Who share him his mutual state.
I envy every citizen
Who holds his country’s emblem
And gets very excited when
He listens to its anthem.
I envy every citizen
Who enjoys his country’s beauty
Whether it’s dry, hot and barren,
Or fertile,cool,mild and fuity.
I envy every citizen
Who in times of joy rejoices,
And once the state’s badly stricken,
His deep condolences he voices.
I envy every citizen
Who has a sense of belonging
And once he lands on lands foreign,
He suffers the pangs of longing.

Dracula

Dracula’s back, he’s still alive,
He’s got many ways to survive.
Sometimes a freak may rule a state,
Though he’s Dracula incarnate.
He just feeds on innocent blood,
Insatiable so it should flood.
Ironically some suggest
He’s the new era’s peace prophet.
Of course he’s worshipped by his kind,
For they have the same twisted mind.
They make fun of us every day,
Still we smile for we have no say.
They’ve become the world’s ‘directors’,
It’s their stage and they’re its ‘protectors’.
We’re sacrificed to their pleasure
And they take whatever measure.
The end, to impose their own will,
The means ‘justified’ burn and kill.
The end paradoxically
And damn it ironically
Is the ‘welfare of the human race’
Which they actually do deface.
The means ideological,
Religious or political
Still causes chaos and terror
And inflicts despair and horror.
War always leads to destruction
Which then leads to the obstruction
Of all efforts to peace making,
The result of course is just talking.
Hatred is destructive to man,
Restrain it as much as you can.
Hatred, whatever excuses
You may have, evil produces.
There’s nothing sacred about war,
Nothing humane, money’s the core.
In our time all leads to this end,
Whatever the means, the same blend.
There’s Dracula in every one
While nothing has been rightly done.
We fight evil by devilish means,
Transparent in every day’s scenes.
Those who need Dracula’s favor,
Fill thier mouths with mud and water.
So what if millions die or will,
as long as their pockets they fill.
The dead just get what they ‘deserve’,
For they all Draculas preserve.
Somebody of course has to pay,
The innocent I hear them say.

O Brook Winding

O brook winding through the meadows,
The water of which used to quench
Our thirst while bold and brisk sparrows
To pick up food approached our bench.
Though you’ll be forever flowing,
No lovers like us can feel you,
Not even the cool breeze blowing
Against the trees laden with due.
Ah trees under which we oft made
Love wildly and passionately,
You’ll see no more lovers whose trade
Was to roam affectionately.
Ah nature nurturing lovers,
You’ll have no lovers to embrace,
We who have explored your covers,
Unfortunately lost our place.
Ah soft, serene and smooth lagoon
Hidden from the polluters’ eyes,
From now on you’l have just the moon
As your companion and our sighs.
Ah flying and migrating bands
Posing as if you were in trance,
You won’t see in whatever land
Such lovers engaged in romance.
Ah colorful fields we used to roam
Ah shores to which we used to go,
Ah valleys used to be our home
Just a couple of hours ago.
For after years of damnation,
Hatred, prejudice and mistrust,
After years of segregation
No wonder such a love would bust.