War, or call it what ever you like, but to see people suffer for some people who dislike each other isn't fair... I will dedicate this life to all of you from Brazil-to Alska al the way to Sweden- to South Africa and all the way from South Africa to Sibi

Escaping from boulders - Lebanon

Souh basoraa, yalla basoraa 'drive faster, faster I said'.

Baedne zgir 'I'm still young'

Basoraa... 'faster'


Dust arises,
black smoke forms into the air that I breath

*the car squeakes*

Ehrub ehrub 'run for your life'

Mama, ya Mama waynek ya Mama? 'Mama, Mama where are you?

A Woman comes rushing, with a baby in her arms...


the Woman shatters, and nevertheless the baby,
infront of my eyes....

I manage to move myself from the car, and starts running and still, I am running.

Tears in my eyes burn.

And runs further and further away from the caos.

For how long is people going to suffer?

Poetry by Chuke
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Written on 2006-07-16 at 20:22

Tags War  Loneliness 

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
i really felt in the middle of this senselessness with your words here... the two languages too i thought were great in your text... an emotive and descriptive write... will there ever be an end to this madness eh... thanks for sharing this :f

later... xx