It the end
It was always about
Money or Power.
Or both.

( A poem I wrote many months ago when muslims were being killed in Palestine, Syria, Iraq, but it still applies in recent refreshed genocide of Palestinians)

Wars round the corner,      
wars at every bend      
Could it be that all this warring  
  would never ever end?      
     
Mass massacre and genocide      
is what we fear and apprehend     
Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks      
On suppressing others they depend!      
     
Why can't folks borrow love      
and peace too learn to lend?      
For peace-loving persons      wars are hard to comprehend      
     
But in which blessed century      
will the world its ways amend?    
Why not be all sincere      
when peace they recommend?      
   Its hard to not avenge the dead      
So to revenge and defend      
some will feel the need to offend   
 Yet the oppressed dying more is the trend    
   
Why can't we all as Adam's progeny      
simply unite and blend?      
The world's tearing apart,     which saviour's gonna mend?    
 
When the scissors of tyranny      
all peace efforts ruthlessly rend!    

 When will all the saviours      from heavenly heaven descend?      
So we watch and hear all war cries      
unto thin air ascend!      
When peace be the only choice,      
the only probable trend!      
     
Ah, instead of fending off war drums      
why peace plans off we fend?      
Why peace is so complicated      
with double standards at every bend?      
     
Will all state treasuries on aggression alone      
their budgets, finances spend?     
Why can't every foe we know      
turn into a caring friend?        
So we're stalked by friendship    
 and ambushed by love godsend!    
 A world where warlords      and  war heroes become zeroes   
 who in the first place did offend.

  With peace may no nation      
merely play and pretend!      
Hypocrisy is calling freedom fighters terrorists      while their State bombing and shelling  never end.

In the realm of endless waiting,
Where talent endlessly flaunts,
A symphony of yearning souls,
A dance of dreams in endless taunts.

Few cross the threshold, fate in their stride,
To the other side where glory resides.
Fame whispers promises, a tempting song,
A journey awaited, though arduously long.

Yet, the others stand in helpless gaze,
Watching dreams like distant haze.
Talents showcased, a silent plea,
Wandering when their time will be.

Patience, a virtue, some endure,
While others surrender, dreams unsure.
Daily battles, relentless they fight,
Some strive for dawn, some embrace the night.

Their talent, a double-edged sword,
A gift and curse in one accord.
To perform, day by day,
In the wait for their moment's ray.

A stage awaits, the spotlight keen,
For those who persist, remain unseen.
In the rhythm of life's silent sound,
They wait to be found, dreams unbound.

THEY MAKE
SO AS TO BREAK …….

THEY WRITE
SO AS TO FIGHT ………

THEY SAY
SO AS TO PREY ………….

Everyone…. Everyone….
Thinks they are Right….

In a vast, endless desert wide,
Few souls, weary, lost beside.
Thirsty, tired, under the sun's strong sway,
Comes a man, climbing day by day.

Up the mountain, he strives and fights,
Through day and night, reaching new heights.
An oasis found, a haven afar,
Guiding lost souls, like a guiding star.

Documenting the path with care,
For future generations to be aware.
Some follow the way, others stray,
In circles they go, to return one day.

In the complexity of fate's dance, you looked into my eyes, discovering a mysterious stranger.

Inside, courage remained dormant, and each moment reflected the silent struggles of a lover.

Her eyes held a universe of unspoken emotions, constrained by the relentless pressure of society.