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DYSFUNCTIONING LIFE Ayad Gharbawi December 13, 2003 – Walton On Thames, Surrey Passing by groaning graves Stillness hushes now! What once was Furious party Lives of splendour and decadence Now lie solemnly dead Think, of your minds, I feel Think, of your emotions, I feel Where they been? And so, think now, of where they now stand? The severely sad Are struggling now to cope Fearing suicide And yet, Fearing life itself more What a planet! What a world! Beauties of models, clubs, yachts, parties, mansions Cripples of despised ones, hated ones, dry ones Listening to me; Where is all going, where is all being? Where is it all, your civilization, you sick Humanity? I wonder? When we listen To nothing And no one In our rage, shares our emotions raw What then are the ‘rules’ for your life? What are the ‘guidelines’ for your principles? Is anyone there to tell me? Or are we born naked here And are we to live without reason? Where are the Blessed ones? Where are the just, Loving ones? Where are the faithful, Compassionate ones? Where are the dedicated, Faithful ones? I’m still searching for you Trustworthy ones But from the rest of you all I’m going to do one thing; I am Seeking to disentangle myself from you From this filth From myself From my dysfunctional existences.
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Dec 25, 2009
Dec 25, 2009 at 8:40 AM UTC
DYSFUNCTIONING LIFE - AYAD GHARBAWI
DYSFUNCTIONING LIFE Ayad Gharbawi December 13, 2003 – Walton On Thames, Surrey Passing by groaning graves Stillness hushes now! What once was Furious party Lives of splendour and decadence Now lie solemnly dead Think, of your minds, I feel Think, of your emotions, I feel Where they been? And so, think now, of where they now stand? The severely sad Are struggling now to cope Fearing suicide And yet, Fearing life itself more What a planet! What a world! Beauties of models, clubs, yachts, parties, mansions Cripples of despised ones, hated ones, dry ones Listening to me; Where is all going, where is all being? Where is it all, your civilization, you sick Humanity? I wonder? When we listen To nothing And no one In our rage, shares our emotions raw What then are the ‘rules’ for your life? What are the ‘guidelines’ for your principles? Is anyone there to tell me? Or are we born naked here And are we to live without reason? Where are the Blessed ones? Where are the just, Loving ones? Where are the faithful, Compassionate ones? Where are the dedicated, Faithful ones? I’m still searching for you Trustworthy ones But from the rest of you all I’m going to do one thing; I am Seeking to disentangle myself from you From this filth From myself From my dysfunctional existences.
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Dec 25, 2009
Dec 25, 2009 at 8:40 AM UTC
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