A symphony for Baghdad: Words in crimson On flimsy placards Held high with anger Frustration writ On their ragged features. The law is hard but it is the law Says the hypocritical politician Who bends them all “Enough is enough”, the people said Teargas and bullets will not make us sway Release your bombs and fire your bullets, Let our blood water this holy ground Our motherland But we will not let you stay. Centuries have passed Since Sheherezade told her tale Years have passed since Aladdin’s magic lamp First touched the minds of the young ones. Is it a surprise that the young are dead? Baghdad has fallen Prey to the hands of those Who support murdering their brethren and children. The sun rose and set The numbers went from thirty to three hundred And no one cared. Winners in Baghdad these days are those Who returns home from the protests Wearing a necklace of half a metal heart for a pendant Knowing the other half was lost to the bullets. They share stories of passion and fury To hide the void within Their hope, their faith, lost. Their sacrifices in vain. The protests grow old With news, numbers and names of the players Of this sick, faux patriotic game.
Lebanon: The Chaos has affected them far too long They now out there looking for peace and hope to now spread out more Havoc almost birthed, they circle and stop the creation Letting the higher-ups know Who brings the forth the negatives and hurt Food and shelter provided Streets cleaned and maintained for use by all Wish the world could learn how to function together like this Imagine a world where Little children are smiling, greeting other children from different countries and cultures Living and playing together without a worry in the world Men and women living in harmony and happiness Peace an actuality in the world But that’s only in your head In reality Little children are bombed and interrupted by death Men rather **** the women and **** or shoot down the men that don’t agree with or are against them Peace is being held on a leash by Chaos That’s happening in front of your eyes And right now, you’re probably just gonna read it, like it and move on, but nope. I see people sharing More is needed to be done As I said, I and my friends are bringing the tools All you have to do is use them properly If you really want to see peace, you’ll know what to do I know what I’m doing Perspective I gained And now I’m making sure it happens.
When the first summer rain stirs the peaceful veil And the white fly casts shadows down tried and true When the firelight sparks in the first dark of night And the thunderous call reaches the mountains through
Within grandeur ends such glory A quiet death for time as it stops
Crashing like passing waves ashore Bursting into the creative mind
That is the caffeine rushing to a combustive heart
Trying to write with morning fog, mostly about morning fog, is like a descriptive eye chart. LOL. #wakeup
Viewing my life through the sun catcher I only see rain clouds The lightning strikes my dreams as if I was standing still Electrify me solid and burn me to the ground I welcome the storm as it settles into my heart