For the sake of heavens, for heaven’s sake

featured in the poetry forum September 20, 2014  :: 0 comments

“The Israeli-Palestinian Conflict”

The world bleeds around this most chronic ill
The mother of all conflicts
For such little space, a tiny area on the map
The history of hatred is mind-boggling
The central issue, the bottom line, is NOT ENOUGH LAND,
LAND which the World can help create over the sea
Or little some the expansive neighbors can graciously add

If Abraham was to come alive today
Would he not gather his entire family and probably say
“Do it over, do it better, step it up.”
“Come on people, get your act together, enough is enough.”
Would his say in this day still carry any weight?

Moses, Jesus, Muhammad
How do I feel they are faring up there?
How do you think they are holding out?
Content, ecstatic, full of joy?
Or disappointed, dejected, thoroughly annoyed?

You are so wrong, I am so right
And together we create
For the sake of heavens, for heaven’s sake
Unending bloodshed, this never ending plight
Never pausing, never thinking
That at the end of the day
It is the same genes, the same blood on both sides of the aisle
One Big Unhappy Family
Where misery is shared and so is the destiny

editors note:

50 days of violence for the sake of someone’s heaven; resulting in heaven forsaken. Nobody wins! – mh

Of I and Me

featured in the poetry forum June 29, 2014  :: 0 comments

My will and want, my drive, and the choice between right and wrong.
I battle myself in the same old battle ground.
Here I can walk the clouds and conquer the world.
Or fall from grace with a loud thud.
Here I can be my own best friend.
Or stay on as my worse enemy yet.

Here I can work to improve on my story.
Here I can fly, aim high, reach for glory.
Take a leap or do it a step at a time.
Though there is that one small matter,
Left for me to master,
Of I and Me,
To let go of my fears,
Take charge of my mind,
Assume control of my being.

editors note:

We all play tug o’ war with ourselves, then try to hide the stretch marks. – mh

Where are the Mandelas, the Gandhis of this Century

featured in the poetry forum May 2, 2014  :: 0 comments

The pandora’s box of terrorism and a world spinning on its head
For our choice of dying, which is a better death
From terrorism or as collateral damage
Either way if you notice
The dead invariably stay dead

Watching, waiting Gods, please look away
Show some patience, hold Your say
Wait till Your judgement day
We the chosen ones
You are confusing with angels
Lest You forget
We are not done killing our own
Not just yet

Whatever happened to kindness
The good old goodness
Why is bitter the new norm
Where are the Mandelas, the Gandhis of this century
Fourteen years in, we are waiting, and so is history
Can you step forward and make yourself known
Before we ruin it all, before it’s all gone

These crazy proxy modern wars
With people dying on all sides
Some not knowing why or for what cause
If killing would make the world safer somehow
Wouldn’t this be a very safe planet by now
If wars were the solution
Where is the “lived happily ever after” conclusion

editors note:

Such damning questions, so beautifully asked. We keep looking for those beautiful answers. – mh