صرخــــــــة لبنـــــان Cry of Lebanon
Blood Spills
The ocean stands so still
Breathing the sky
It pretends to be so far away
From this deserted land
were hatred stands
Fireworks that does not decorate the sky
Fire shots piercing our abandoned hearts
Snatching our youth,
Slashing out our childhood lights
It does not hurt us to bleed
Nor we are frighten to die
This is among written fate above the sky
Our blood spills
The silence of our fellow human-beings
The absence of our humanity
Nothing else kills us in billion deaths © 2006, Nasra Al Adawi
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The ocean stands so still
Breathing the sky
It pretends to be so far away
From this deserted land
were hatred stands
Fireworks that does not decorate the sky
Fire shots piercing our abandoned hearts
Snatching our youth,
Slashing out our childhood lights
It does not hurt us to bleed
Nor we are frighten to die
This is among written fate above the sky
Our blood spills
The silence of our fellow human-beings
The absence of our humanity
Nothing else kills us in billion deaths © 2006, Nasra Al Adawi
__________________
I have always stayed away from politics.. Wanting to join the citizen of boundless …It has been long time I vowed I would not read the daily newspaper, I turn blind whenever my fingers run on pages of news and would not listen the news on TV, I keep my radio switched for I would like to be disconnected from this world…Why then my hands are smudged with blood … Heavy load of silence takes the part…In the middle of conflict the children remains a single flame among the darkness space…Children are fading and Lebanon is crying …This put my spirit down with the current events
posted by iamnasra at 1:54 PM
12 Comments:
Wonderful words. They speak from your heart. And may we all offer prayers and meditations of peace and an end of suffering.
i feel what you feel. these things...it's just sad isn't it?
going back to blogging soon. i just hibernated for a while. need time away from everything. heartbreak. ha ha ha. what else.
iamnasra,
The sky is bleeding.
I can't stand the cry.
I can't swim the blood.
What's wrong with this globe?
very well written poem,
The current state of world is rather depressing. You seeing the news and it's very hard to understand what is going on with the world and all. I hope all this violence is put to a stop soon.
What bothers me most is the powerlessness I feel as an American.
My own government's behavior is a disgrace. About half of the population here recognizes this, but this administration is the closest thing we've ever had to a dictatorship in my lifetime, maybe ever. The media here is terribly biased and under the thumb of the White House. There are 3 times the lobbyists influencing goverment now as opposed to 6 years ago. Decisions are made by a small group of people in the administration, often without eve Congress being aware of it. Not that Congress isn't hugely corrupt too, but having some bit of control over Bush and cronies would be better than none.
I have a friend who went to an antiwar rally in DC. There were an estimated 10,000 people and it didn't even make the headlines.
You just feel, and really are, powerless in these circumstances to make a difference.
The heartache is unimaginable. Your posts show your gentle and troubled spirit in a shining light.
I've always longed for peace and like Darius above me deplore the reality of being powerless at the time. However, I hope that other actions of ours collectively and invidividually WILL bring peace someday. I cling to that hope. A dreamer yes, but also a believer in the human spirit that connects us all together hand to hand and heart to heart.
Nasra,
In today's world it has become very hard to side with any side. It is
easy for us, who are sitting far away to choose sides, but if we go
into the matter objectively it is very hard. In political scene there
is so much of deceit going on. Thus, I cannot say that I am only
sympathetic to one side, because within borders of two enemies stay
innocent people, who get caught up in the political game of the two
nations involved. I am sad to say that the world leaders like US are
not doing much to resolve the matter and want Syria to take an upper
hand. They are also furious with Iran over this matter, because Iran
supports Hezbollah. That is the political stance on the current
matter.
On an individual level, you ask a Lebanese and she/he will say that
Hezbollah is next to their prophet as they brought a lot of social
injustices to an end. You ask an Israeli and they have real bodily
and emotional injury to show. Who shall we support, who can we
support? Thus, I support innocent lives who are being dispensed in
the name of bringing peace. Has anybody ever witnessed aggression
being pivotal in bringing peace anywhere. It has become so scary.
Today, for the first time, this fortnight, Bush gave an statement to
end the war. For the first time he sounded logical to me when he said
that we have to find permanent solutions, not temporary relief with
problems lurking to head up soon again. But this conflict is not new
very complicated to solve. For now we can only hope for the bombing,
which is killing civilians, to stop. Political deciet and wrong
justifications have to stop next. How? I don't know how to answer
that, because I am politically quite out of tune.
thanks,
Shuchi
Dear Nasra,
This poem touched me very deeply. It is not easy to be a bystander and
watch innocent lives being victimized by other's ideals. Your poem
reflected the anguish felt.
Patty
Hello, How are you ? Nasra, Nice poem.
I wrote this too, I hope you like it:
http://nezitic.blogspot.com/2006/08/child-28.html
Salam,
I too avoid the headlines if only because they make me feel so helpless and as a mother so distressed. Unfortunately the guys at the top seem oblivious to the fact that you can't sort out human rights issues by committing more mindless atrocities. It always ends up with those having least say or sway in it getting hurt or killed.
Oh Nasra, I feel the same way as you.
Having no power to stop what is happening in our world, it breaks my heart to see the plight of the women and children ... and so much blood being spilt, and so much hatred ...
.... None of us own the earth, we are just guest, and not very good ones at that ... you always speaks from the heart ... I cry with you.
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