The head of a strong true pen
Showed the humans how huge is their sin
On a head of true pen
By Aisha Razem
( 1)
The head of a strong true pen
Showed the humans how huge is their sin
That never allows any one to win
Seeking graves
To burry their necks in a worldwide tin!
Leaving victims, innocents, involved
In endless spin
Loading groups of smiles
To hail the life in grin!!
Waving, breathing, hoping
To touch the earth
On a head of true pen!
............
( 2 )
An article of true ink
Showed the world
How deep the humans sink!
On papers, on lines of poems!!
When they eat sadness
Tears ....!!
When they drink!
When people weep justice
When people scream
In threads of blood
That can never link
And can never blink
To any trace of wink
( 3 )
That shines above souls
Who bleed heavily and shrink!
On the ice of earth
Who skates in cold
And lost the rink
In the weakness, fake strength of the fink
Who destroyed the
Skyscrapers .... !
Destroyed the cities of the far away labors!
Who has torn the tents
And killed the sweet peaceful neighbors
.................
( 4 )
Who stopped to think!
Of the main reason
What kind of risk
They gain from breaking?
Each other's life's cassette and disk?
Is it the matter of silk?
Or the matter of ink?
Or the matter of mink?
Or the matter of oil?
The matter of soil?
The matter of Gas?
The matter of mass?
The matter of glass?
The matter of food?
The matter of good?
( 4 )
.............
Is it the matter of nerves?
Or the selfish mood??
Can't the criminal
Sit in the cottage of wood?
Like the hen on brood?
Remembering her little babies?
And how blood covers the nude?
And touch their head's and hood?
Praying on their bodies
Instead of ......!
Shattering them with rood?
Frightening the earth of lord?
Migrating to flood
In the darkness of world?
( 5 )
............
The head of the true pen
Showed the world how huge is the sin
That never allows any one to win
Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2007-10-10 at 10:22
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Showed the humans how huge is their sin
On a head of true pen
On a head of true pen
By Aisha Razem
( 1)
The head of a strong true pen
Showed the humans how huge is their sin
That never allows any one to win
Seeking graves
To burry their necks in a worldwide tin!
Leaving victims, innocents, involved
In endless spin
Loading groups of smiles
To hail the life in grin!!
Waving, breathing, hoping
To touch the earth
On a head of true pen!
............
( 2 )
An article of true ink
Showed the world
How deep the humans sink!
On papers, on lines of poems!!
When they eat sadness
Tears ....!!
When they drink!
When people weep justice
When people scream
In threads of blood
That can never link
And can never blink
To any trace of wink
( 3 )
That shines above souls
Who bleed heavily and shrink!
On the ice of earth
Who skates in cold
And lost the rink
In the weakness, fake strength of the fink
Who destroyed the
Skyscrapers .... !
Destroyed the cities of the far away labors!
Who has torn the tents
And killed the sweet peaceful neighbors
.................
( 4 )
Who stopped to think!
Of the main reason
What kind of risk
They gain from breaking?
Each other's life's cassette and disk?
Is it the matter of silk?
Or the matter of ink?
Or the matter of mink?
Or the matter of oil?
The matter of soil?
The matter of Gas?
The matter of mass?
The matter of glass?
The matter of food?
The matter of good?
( 4 )
.............
Is it the matter of nerves?
Or the selfish mood??
Can't the criminal
Sit in the cottage of wood?
Like the hen on brood?
Remembering her little babies?
And how blood covers the nude?
And touch their head's and hood?
Praying on their bodies
Instead of ......!
Shattering them with rood?
Frightening the earth of lord?
Migrating to flood
In the darkness of world?
( 5 )
............
The head of the true pen
Showed the world how huge is the sin
That never allows any one to win
Poetry by Aisha Razem
Read 552 times
Written on 2007-10-10 at 10:22
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