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 Oct 2016
Safwan Barnawi
Our world today is filled with lies and painful rage
Wars, destruction, and fear with senseless hate
Many Leaders’ obsessions to become super great
Led to Killings without thinking of the one who creates
Don’t they worry about the day in hell they’d suffocate
Or is it lack of faith, yet thinking everything is fate
All they worry about is how history will narrate
Heroes, or villains, depends on how you translate  
sometimes depends on how your faith accommodates
Christians believe their faith is superior you shall celebrate
Muslims believe heaven is through their way you must navigate
Didn’t God tell you to him only you must dedicate?
And killing your own is a sin that he shall not tolerate
Yet behind the mask of religion you all instigate
A war of self- interest then meaninglessly advocate
“The older you grew, the wiser you became”
Oh, Wait, wait, wait! could you illustrate?
Because our leaders have grown into a psychological stage of “Childate”
Making decisions that even a child wouldn’t appropriate
Now I tell you, the end of the world we shall anticipate
For peace is far, far, far away from the stairs of our gates
Pray to the only God who taught us how to appreciate
And hope that one day Humans will better communicate
Our world today, Safwan Barnawi, October 30, 2016
Childate: is a made up word that simply means "Childish" in my dictionary.
 Oct 2016
Safwan Barnawi
Oh, on earth I swore, never to get married again
After getting divorced, glad to relinquish the pain
Trapped in a filthy cage
Filled with painful rage
Great depression
Little Self-obsession
And Hurtful emotions
Clearly feels
Like oppression
Harsh aggression
Without confession
Wanted to mention
Tell a suggestion
For all I know, my beauty is not of such a great exception
 Oct 2016
Safwan Barnawi
To Aphrodite I pray, Goddess of love and intimacy, that in this faithful day, the right girl would find my way!
 Oct 2016
Safwan Barnawi
From time to time I see her face; in class, or at her place
                                           My heart desires her neat smile
                                           Or her “hello” that brings me a mile
                                           Afraid to say that she’s all I desire
                                            Cuz may or may not I face denial
                                           “It’s just a friendship, don’t spoil”
                                            If you were me, would you howl?
                                            Or shy away with pain and stifle
                                            Hurts to the guts to fear refusal
                                            Yet may regret to be a with-holder
                                            When time runs out of occasions
                                            You will cry all night for a retrieval
                                             Just Give it a shot and be hopeful
                                             It might never be a disapproval
                                   It could be “it’s about time for the proposal”!!!

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