#uber
note: this is not a poem but an account of the mental aftermath of Hanau, where ten people got killed yesterday. one of them was the mother of the killer who worked in a bank, was paranoid and believed in conspiracy theories.
a turkish guy whose name means "justness" was shot to death by him. in the community, he was popular for his kindness.
he was killed because he was an immigrant, a muslim, and because he hung out with his friends in a shisha bar to enjoy his leisure time. got hit by bullets. died, leaving relatives, friends and an entire muslim community, the entire world, in daze.
met three uber drivers today, all of them muslims, two of them know some of the victims personally.
the first one of them was desperately sad today. i asked him "how are you?" he answered "not well" and told me everything. i was very concerned because i can't deal with such inhumane cruelty.
the second driver was from pakistan. he argued that germany is an open-minded country and that he had left his country due to religious lunacy that is lived by some people there.
the third driver was interestingly humorous. as wired as it may sound, he thought positively after the assasination and said that the relatives of the victims should live on as if their people hadn't been killed.
i don't know about that; yet, everyone deals with terror differently.
hanau is just a couple of miles from my home city, frankfurt am main.
in my heart, my spirit and my soul, i am with all the victims, their relatives, friends and colleagues.
MAY GOD BLESS ALL YOUR SOULS. MY CONDOLENCES. MAY GOD BLESS US ALL.
MUCH LOVE FOR ALL BELIEVERS OF ALL RELIGIONS. LOVE IS THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH THAT.
The killer killed himself after the crime.
OH GOD, GIVE US STRENGTH. WARMTH. HOPE.
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
On every terrorist incident,
Leave they not a stone unturned,
And scream it without fail.
Why do they think of 7th heaven,
Heaven after killing so many,
Of the innocent people?
Undertakers of Ola they are,
******** commit dastardly acts,
Ever will they be able to gaze,
Right into their own eyes in a mirror?
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
10:30pm
Weather’s colder than I thought
Where is my Über?
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance
with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation
more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized Nittany or cotton bowl state
and ratiocination inherent within
mine Democrat oriented mind doth rate
this forty fifth president (defect)
with sawdust packing
his noodle oven egotistical pate
trophy wife (spouse number three),
a Slovenia mate
donning "I don't care anymore"
t-shirt rousing media firestorm of late
essentially silently corroborating,
fostering, and illuminating hate
mutely bolstering the Trump anthem,
viz make America great
again, which pathless,
pithless, and pointless aim
roars like an earsplitting runaway freight
train oblivious of wailing soul asylum,
that no era meets said criteria
backtracking time machine before
rightful indigenous occupants of this land
got decimated as one after another
exploiter did inundate
(comprising a multitude
of indigenous variety of village people
indignantly subjected to Genocide,
when first "discoverer"
of new land didst promulgate
activation wrought deliberate sealed fate
vis a vis capitulation, demolition,
and extirpation, cuz
a scathing rebuke aye attest,
those murderers didst equate
worthlessness of
so called "Indians" on 1492 date,
and still remnants of storied tribes,
now attempt to create
historical documentation operate
ting with limited resources to adjudicate.
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Food methinks doth buzzfeed drumbeat agog
at pyrotechnics July 4th, 2018 shared as blog
posts, a falsehood prevails which dog
gone “FAKE” brewed watered down grog
posits that the majority of Colonialists stay hog
tied to strict task masters, and mainly the scant
upperclass experienced autonomy,
no matter the under class didst futilely rant
and rave with the occasional
uprisings over time did grant
minimal appeasement to stifle violent kant!
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
My favorite thing about this
Viral sensation
Has to be the complete lack
Of continuity
Throughout countries, states
Cities.
Welcome to my little slice of
Hell
As I am fortunate enough
To get to share my Uber with
Some random stranger at
Approximately 11:47 pm
Is a shady city
Crawling with shady people
Mind you
I am just a 20 year old female
Very protective of my body
But wait, there’s more
For just half the unreasonable price of a shared ride
I can get an express car pool in which
I get to walk for 5 whole minutes
To the Denny’s parking lot
In the dead of night
Yay me.
The ride to my house, a normal
20 minute drive
Turns to 37 as we take a random exit
To pick up a random stranger
Who does not show up
But that’s fine
As it is
We renter the same highway 10 minutes later
In a futile attempt
To get me
Home before
12:30 am
That did not happen
Did you know that 24 hour Subways exist?
Me neither
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
Welcome to Austin
time to go home
you can't stay here
pick up and roam
The roads are all filled
ya can't move around
too many cars
in a liberal town
Mass transit
a huge bicycle joke
more such the lanes
indoors ya can't smoke
The festivals and venues
are filled to the max
renting out homes
paying the city the tax
Artsy and edgy
full of hot air
Uber is back
charging exorbitant fare
Hipsters and pundits
are all here and around
bums living in boxes
old and unsound
Visit us often
and spend all your dough
we can't leave this place
cuz we've nowhere to go
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
It's her 21st Birthday and she’s out with her "friends"
So the first shot was on the house tonight
She believes she’s tipsy but that's not what I heard when she called me that night
She is going to die on her way home tonight
Not even an Uber would have saved her life
From a drunk driver going down the wrong side
and only one witness makes it out alive
that was me, on the phone
I cried
How could something so cliché
end a life
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
The door out back from a cosy hamlet
is too a thorny one that is not often tread
Just when all seems certain and settled
life comes knocking and seething.
And you go walking the starry path,
the wayward path, the meandering path
to nine yards of nowhereness.
Questions, some are never settled. Invitations
some are never forever. Rhythms are not
made to last, just like the seasons. Winters
are the longest, deepest and darkest
that etch their cold onto pestles of the heart
that want to pound down memories a tonic.
Emerge, shadowy oars, from mists unraveling
by the shorey oceans lining the soul,
Slow here are the sailboats of hope
that we unfurl in sodden winds
and keep rowing on, on to the shoreless zons.
when the cold gets to the bones, I make a bonfire
of all my pasts, longings and belongings,
oh the late gull that shrieks past the silences.
All, but love. That, I cannot burn,
for that I am, I loved, and will love,
change forms, change norms, but that I will.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC