Poems From The War Zone

2006-08-16T23:17:00.000-07:00

My country's story
Histoire de mon pays

Once upon a time
In a beauty land
between
the blue sea
and the great mountain,‎
within the tree buildings
lived a crazy people‎
Where brothers kicked sisters
and sisters shot cousins.‎
After years of hurting
When everyone was tired digging
They all made peace
But within the village ‎
a group was left swinging‎
at the neighbors they kept shooting‎
and the neighbors kept burning‎
the group's fields of smoking.‎
One day, when some where busy swimming
And others yelling
the neighbors came for the pounding‎
the buildings started burning‎
the children crying
and dogs were left barking.‎
Suddenly,‎
One day it all ended
the exact same way as it started
All went back to their today businesses
Till one day ‎
All will meet again for tomorrow’s unfinished businesses

2006-08-11T05:05:00.000-07:00

In The Bar Again (2)

for tonight ain't my night
I'm left alone in a dreamless plot
My friends have left
and I just can't rest
I'm sittin all alone
Drinkin and romancing a stone
looks drift on me
Pitting the poor lonely
If they only knew
That stones love the few
Outside its all bombs
Raining on my hometown slums
In drinks I drown
I look like a clown
But tomorrow I’ll feel like a king to be
when I ll read this poem to be

2006-08-11T05:03:00.000-07:00

In The Bar Again...

I gotta flee this crazy place
I'v got no friends
Neither black, nor white, nor blue
My only pal is a crazy glue
It sticks you to da roof
And makes u love ur stickin shoes
The party is over, the sun is dead
i'm still stuck to a green chair
booz in my system
And worries in my blood
I've lost my shame
My head is spinning
And my throat peeling
I lost my lover
She left with a blogger
Somewhere in between pink and purple
Now I need some loving
To help me get over this feeling
jack d will help me
It's always been my dark friend
I guess it will
Once again help me
Get away from this crazy place

2006-08-09T06:15:00.000-07:00

Le Silence

La nuit s’écoule
Dans mon lit je dors
Sous la couette je roule
Et je rêve fort‎

Silence, je dors

Soudain, tout tremble et bouge‎
Je me réveille au bruit des bombes‎
Je suis tout rouge
Mais vivant, je ne suis toujours pas sous une tombe
Ailleurs, chez mes voisins, tout est aussi rouge‎
Le sang y coule en trombe

Silence, on tue

Une nouvelle nuit se termine
Dans un Beyrouth en ruine
La ville se lève en pleurs
les larmes arrosent les fleurs

Silence, on pleur

Mais un jour, quand les regards seront ailleurs
Quand seront partis les tueurs
Beyrouth reviendra
Et le Liban revivra

Silence, on rêve

2006-08-09T06:00:00.000-07:00

Le pourquoi de cette guerre…en prose‎

Le Liban se meure,
car Israël a peur, ‎
l’Iran fait peur,‎
et la Syrie est en sueur.‎

Le Liban se meure,
Car les Etats-Unis veulent du moyen orient changer l’heure‎,
et les marchands de mort augmenter leur beurre

Le Liban se meure,
car nous Libanais sommes des leurres,
Appâts pour les gros pêcheurs,
nous fort payons,
Le prix de notre propre négation.

2006-08-09T05:45:00.000-07:00

I once had a dream:‎
I had a country ‎
It was red, white and green
It was beautiful, sunny and also crazy
Its people loved family, money and Gucci
But they also adored life and the God we all shared
It was a country where colors ruled
Some cheered for yellow, others adored orange‎
Some waved blue, others green and the rest every color they could find
Most changed colors based on the sound of the wind
To cover the changes, they loved to yell‎
Yell at everyone
The cars, the neighbors, the country and the rulers
They loved the noise, the honking and the occasional brawl
It was a beautiful country, it was alive…‎

I woke up from my dream
I could smell the scent of death
I watched as people ran from their homes
Tears on their faces ‎
And fear in their voices
The colors changed to black‎
The sun to night
And beauty to horror
The family was gone, the money and guccis had ran away ‎
There was no more yelling
All was silent
Beirut is burning
My country is dying