Saturday, July 29, 2006

Where is home?

Alive with no shadow, I feel so lost,
The penalty of our fathers, us will cost,
Where do I belong? What can I call home?
With emptiness inside, alone this earth I roam.

What do I fall back on, what’s my iron wall?
Crumbling and disaster as Baghdad did fall,
Hit after hit we fell, till now we are unable to stand,
And what we hear at night, are cries of a broken land,

Bodies of the innocent line the street,
And even the living wither in anger and heat,
As the sun rises it casts a black shadow below,
Killing the fruits of tomorrow, and their chance to grow.

Our rights were crimpled when we were promised democracy,
Yet only the dark, black hooded riper is set free,
Is this my origin, is this what I call home?
The land I spent all my life away from?

I know at the moment all is bad, it seems,
The future is far, but I have many dreams,
I have faith Baghdad will stand again on its feet,
And neighbours will return to live street by street,

You are my home; here I live as a stranger,
Although I’ve been welcomed, I’m seen as a danger,
For now, know in my heart you will remain,
Until one day to you I will return again.


Anonymous Anonymous said...


This is the first time i comment on your blog. I read the poem and i thought it was really good. It reflects on the real world as well as your feeings. I hope you write more poems in the future. Similar to this one because world affairs are everyones business and how we reflect our ideas is very indiviual, i like the way you've done it.

2:13 pm  
Blogger Hussain said...

Mother land, tell me, where do you stand?
Lost, we are, without your tender hand.
What happened? Your hand is scorched and black
Could they have lied? Are we on track?

Both missiles and guns, from ground and air
What's become of you? All wear and tear
Have they not killed enough? What else do they desire?
Thick black crude? For that we must suffer lead and fire?

And what's this new style of killing, of which I hear?
In the name of religion, kill brother and peer?
Detonate oneself between woman and child?
Is it just me, or has this world gone wild?

Funny it is, how we know nothing of this here
Bright and shiny world, unknown, is fear
Fake happiness, flooding the streets and screens
Dirty media, worrying about celeb teens

No meaning at all, and meant it that way
And a point to this, just to have something to say?

6:42 am  
Blogger Hussain said...

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7:17 am  
Blogger Hussain said...

haha wow, i wrote that just now, if you want to see three poems that i've written just check me blog, there's a bunch of other crap but you'll know my poems with the white font, they stand out
actually i wrote those long ago and i just reread them, they're a bit crappy, but i still do like "What's in a name" leave comments! ciao

7:23 am  
Blogger Mohammad Hadi. A said...

Salams :)

a very heartfelt poem, a testament to its truth... where is home? yeah, i often ask that too eheh you know the old saying, something like: home is where your heart is...

11:28 am  
Blogger Sincerity said...

Thanks for the comments, they're all very much apreciated!! please keep them coming in the future, it means alot to me to see people writing back :)

10:16 pm  

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