Sep 11, 2012

Who am I?

You sit in front of me
You ask who am I?
Dreaded by the question of who to be
I look you deep in the eye
I am the East
I am the West
I celebrate the feast
I get lost in my quest
Ever since my birth
Until the day I die
I roam the edges of the Earth
I swim, I crawl, I run, I fly
I search from end to end
Desperately Looking for a face
I fall and bend
But can't find my place
Surrounded by my people
I am nothing but a stranger
Lost in a haystack as a needle
Their looks see in me the danger
From the land of the Nile
To the Old Continent
Running for a mile
But I can't repent
You ask me who am I?
For you, I have no answering words
No explanation to know why
I'm nothing but a lost migrating bird.
 
11/09/2012

 

Sep 7, 2012

The Wrath of The Déluge

As I walked through the hallways of The Louvre Museum, my eyes came across a painting that inspired me with its strength and expression. I have rarely seen paintings with religious themes that were this inspiring, as they often touch to the same topics in quite standard ways. But this one did not fail to inspire me and bewilder me with the expressions on the faces and the movements in this painting. I could literally feel the pain and fear of the people depicted in the events of the great flood of Noah. The painting, shown below, is called Le Déluge, by Girodet de Roussy, and the text that follows it is the poem that I was inspired to write as I watched this work of art.


The Wrath of The Déluge

The grey clouds gather, blotting the sun out of sight
Thunder crackles and breaks the silence with its electric light
Drops of water gently pour on the faces of those who await
Their proud heads held high have brought them to their ill fate
The rain pours on the land with unprecedented rage
Bringing about yet another disastrous Human page
The water rises and the waves slap bodies back and forth
Desperate cries fly out of the people to the skies up north
On the rocks of the elevating mighty mountains
A man carries his elderly father away from the raging fountains
As he grabs on the branches of a dying tree
He hears his woman and children's desperate plea
In a final and hopeless attempt to save his loved ones
He reaches to the hand of his beloved, carrying their weeping sons
Facing the anger and wrath of the sky
No man power can save those destined to die
As the merciful brings the human race down to its knees
No ears can hear or understand their hopeless pleas
By the rocks of the still mountain the waves gently settle
Carrying the man who has finally lost his battle.
 

Jul 28, 2012

Cancelled Dreams


In a materialistic, superficial world, where people are judged by their appearance and properties.
In a world where the powerful crush the weak for their own benefits.
In a world where the rich abuse the poor only to maintain their luxurious lifestyle.
In a world where inequality is a norm and injustice a rule.
In a world where Human Beings have no value next to the dollar bill.
In a world where our minds and hearts are ill, filled with hate, anger, envy and selfishness.
In this world, there is no space to follow your dreams, only space to run away from your nightmares.

The Revolution Generation


Like tidal waves, the new generation rises to shake the world.
A revolutionary youth standing with their bare chests in front of bullets, facing death in the eyes, standing side by side for freedom and dignity.
A generation refusing the be crushed by the iron fist of the state.
A generation refusing to give in to negativity, refusing to inherit a failed lifestyle, refusing to be part of a dying nation.
A generation with its feet on the ground and its mind in the skies.
The Revolution Generation....flooding the world with change!