Speak to me,
argue with every innate bit of reasoning you have left inside
try and fail to convince me that the world around you has no purpose
no creator, no founder, no guide
Every artwork has a painter
Every book has an author
Every glacier is bigger on the inside
so what makes you think
That this world has something to hide?
If every object has a creator
how can you not surmise
That we’re part of something greater
That lies in front of our eyes?
How does the sun know just when to rise
Or when to put its light away
How does the moon know when to glow
And when to make way for the day
How does the sky change its clothing
from grey to white to blue
And do the clouds alone release their sorrows with rain
Soaking the world through?
Do the winds decide which direction
they’d like to pursue
So the trees decide which leaves to keep
and which to strew?
Does the weather have a change of mood
Every once in a while?
Does it turn hot then warm then chill
according to what’s in style?
Does the earth shake when it’s angry
Does the lightning strike when it’s mad?
Does the ocean spill its feelings
When it’s feeling kind of sad?
Who orders your cells to work together,
Or do they just decide to, alone?
How does your body change its shape
Do you wake up and find you’ve grown?
How does your heart contract and expand
Beating fresh blood to every part of your being
How do your legs know just when to move
How does your brain process what you’re seeing?
Did you think you came her for no purpose,
Given blessings you can never count,
Taught to feel, love, and give,
And feel emotions to an abundant amount,
Just here to live, then die once more,
Like a guest just at the door,
Created for nothing bigger, better in store?
Look around, take a glance
At not the big, but just the small
Can this world have just existed,
For no reason at all?
Look inside, try to see
The potential meant to be
Try to figure out the deeper, stronger,
meaning of “me”.
I lie astonished in my crowded mind
Wondering if I’ve earned what I’ve gained
And my thoughts question why they’ve been made blind
To what my conscience has failed to explain
Do I deserve the sun that’s soaked it’s way into my skin
The sky that always gives me something new to see
The earth that walks beneath my feet as I tread my path
The trees whose roots have become a part of me?
Do I deserve the water that flows through my veins
The oxygen that I can’t help but inhale
The food whose absence
Would leave me hopelessly pale?
Do I deserve the family
That assails me with affection
I turn away, they point the way
To the right direction
I give them drizzles,
They give me showers
I wait on them minutes,
They stand by me for hours
They’d hold me by the hand and curl my fingers round their trust
If the waves get rough they’d teach me
how to make my sails adjust
Do I deserve my asylum of safety, living with no harm
As children elsewhere bite their skins to stay warm
They wriggle their toes on bleak, clammy streets
As I snuggle up in my hospitable sheets
Do I deserve the body parts
That I have more than once misused
That lie broken in a corner
The lips whose words refused to fight
The eyes that only see things black and white
The ears that have only heard what they wanted to hear
The nose that could catch only the fragrance of fear
The senses to which I had a duty to
broken promises that I failed to carry through..
I have too often carried in my chest
Complaints that never cease to rest
Accusing, whining, moaning
Negligant to the true meaning of “blessed”
God, do I deserve to complain?
About the afflictions that haven’t caused me pain?
about the mountains of gifts and glories you’ve bestowed
That can’t be appreciated by my limited brain?
Honey, you’ve been living in heaven
All the while thinking you’ve been inhibiting hell
Thinking, wondering, contemplating why
You haven’t got it so well.
It’s not the things around you
It’s the feelings you’ve got inside
The thank yous that have worn out, the gratitude that has died,
The bitter, revolting, distasteful
Obnoxious feeling of pride.
God, how can I thank you
If billions of thank yous will not amount
to the blessings I see and feel everyday
That I could not possibly count?
God, help me admit, help me to feel,
The strength of the rewards I often conceal,
God, help me deserve
I am old
the roughs of the world have made me wise
yet i am young
crying out wails, just opening my eyes
I have walked through this earth
through many a cobbled, soft, sandy street
Yet I still clutch my mother’s hand as i learn to navigate my feet
I am smart
I know my numbers, my letters, four plus four
Yet I am dumb
the universe’s secrets, still a bounty to explore
I am compassionate
every human’s suffering leaves within me a scar
yet I am selfish
my helping hand of sympathy will never spread too far
I am safe
I sleep in a house with keys and a concrete roof above my head
yet I am vulnerable
to the ravenous evil inside me, untamed and unfed
I am wealthy
i can afford more than just olives and bread
yet I am poor
greed, conceit, arrogance and pride fill my wallets instead
I am religious
I pray to God day and night
yet I am arrogant
my heart is always filled with spite
I am a dreamer
my dreams branch far and wide
yet I am a realist
my dreams swept away by the ocean’s tide
I am an optimist
I look forward to each sunrise
yet I am a pessimist
tomorrow, I have learned to despise
What am I?
So many things I am, that I am not
right when i think i’ve found myself
I slip away and then I am distraught
is it possible that someday I will be caught
and my searching will not have been for naught?
I will find myself
whether under grass beds or grime
I will find myself
I weep for humanity From deep within my soul And my heart wails and complains because it’s out of my control
“What was the use?” cries my brain Of all that complain There was no gain What I felt was never pain
I weep for humanity For those with no roofs over their heads For those without their justified soothing, comforting beds I weep for humanity For those without clean water And for those whose eyes witness heartless slaughter
I weep for those who’ve lost a mother, daughter, or friend The ones whose injured hearts will never mend I will never be able to comprehend How many humans suffer on end
I weep for humanity For those whose hearts belong in places occupied by those who sing the tune of a different song And they shut their mouths to cruelty, and play along Never have I seen anyone so strong..
I weep for humanity For those who are blind And who we must constantly remind Of the sufferings of humankind But they prefer to close their eyes and stay behind.. I weep for humanity For those who can define Cruelty, evilness, immorality, and other undermines Yet we would rather not read between the lines And we choose to shun all the blatant signs
I weep for humanity For those with excess vanity In fact sometimes I question their sanity And why they choose to project cold inhumanity I weep for humanity For those who have walked under the endless pouring rains Those whose dreams will forever be clamped up in chains
I weep for humanity For those who cannot love The people around them or the One who effortlessly created them and the skies above
I weep for humanity For those who can afford expensive clothes and riches But not the pleasure of their Lord
I weep for humanity For those who are dumb To all the wonderful people they can potentially become
I weep for humanity I weep for our youth For they are the ones that are ignorant of truth
I weep cuz they don’t know how their notoriety Affects the whole society
I weep for humanity I weep for civilization For failing to devote themselves to a better nation
I weep for humanity For those whose enemies they can’t overcome So the scope of their unsound capability is to bend their knees and succumb
I weep for humanity For those who have grown used to the color red those who must walk in fear and who must, with their own worn hands, bury more of their dead
I weep for humanity For those who are younger The ones who must cry themselves to sleep in hunger
I weep for humanity and how selfish it may seem To ignore a child’s strangled scream I weep for myself and how selfish I am too To sit here simply wishing but knowing of nothing helpful to do..
And as we rattle out one more excuse All around us goes on the abuse
I weep for humanity I weep for our dead Who are disappointed cuz they know the things we could have done instead But most of all I weep for those alive Who are living only to survive
I weep for humanity I weep for our human rights And all those worthless wars and fights
And if I were to weep for humanity I would weep forevermore.. Cuz there are so many things that are in store.. I weep for humanity Yet that is all I do And I don’t try to pretend that our problems are few
I weep for humanity With every ounce of sympathy I have left Inside of me And even though the list could go on Why hasn’t my faith gone? If we’re all balancing on one giant tightrope Why do I still have hope? Why does it matter to me the state we are in? Why does it scar me from deep within? Why do I still have hope in tomorrow? Even through all this sorrow? Could that be light at the end of the tunnel, That my eyes view? And why oh why humanity, do I cry and hope for you?
Syria, what can I say
My words have become more quiet everyday
Guess there’s nothing I can do but pray
Never have I been in this much dismay
What have they done to you?
Look at all the pain they’ve put you through
Destroyed your grounds, wrecked your fields
Incinerated your people’s identities which they wore like shields
They’ve made of you a fool
Even though inside you’re a stunning jewel
your noble men slaughtered like sheep
Your respectable women raped and being made cheap
Your brave children tortured before they have fully grown
And their mothers left to mourn and weep alone
They’ve stripped you of your dignity
Please call back humanity
Where has it gone
Without it how can we go on
They won’t take you away from me
They won’t take you away
I’ll tell you about the one thing
That’s been keeping me from going astray
it’s hope, and hope is all we have left
Things like hope in god can’t be taken by theft
And I’m sure it’s all you need to keep you on your feet
If all we have is hope in god, then we are complete
He will give us everything we need
And with him watching over us, we will succeed
And you will go back to the beautiful place you really are
And I promise that the thing we seek is not too far
Even though right now things might seem grave
But please, Syria, for me, be brave.