Someone yelled at me today
“Your too young to understand it!”
throwing it as if an insult
a gauntlet
heavily laced resentment
and I laughed in his face
and said
I don’t deny it
infact I IN-Brace it
I exhale it
I breath it
I L I V E it
I A M it
A young warrior lost in this profoundly two-faced world where justice equals hopelessness and patience is a washed up verb that is more of a slur, a tall tale that we insist we cling onto as The Solution, that hidden magic ingredient, as this decaying façade cracks in all the right places and I sit back & observe the flighty Judas lay his kiss to your mighty Kingdom of Ruthless Creed, watch it infest and fall to peices
Two women sat chuckling today
as they lounged and exchanged
potent goods that poisoned
the movements of their lips
a blur
reaching a breaking point where the wickedness of their words
can hardly keep up with the need to say them
on cue the grieving hostess walks in
instantly a mask of forged grief adorns their faces
their venomous speech pausing
as it is replaced in the murmuring of the holy Quran Text
weeping and moaning as they sway
truly remorseful for her loss
“Ina lilah we elayhy raji3oon”
they groan in unison
these two serpents
fangs hidden as they continue to dance
to a hypnotizing tune that the snake charmer chants
yet
If you should speak of the suffering of their brothers
In
Darfur
Kasala
Kajbar
all our unsung heroes abandoned
the faucet of tears they had so easily displayed
is wrenched closed
putting on an air as they hold up their nose
“What do we have to do with these falata, these 3abeed? Its’ all but a show so that we should feed their greed.”
I say
“But of course you’d know an act when you see it, it takes an artist of sham to know one.”
I saw such beauty at the street hustlers corner today
his profession was not one of begging
but of a confident man not ashamed to
ask
to
plead
and the funny thing is
though he was at ease in what he’d become
those that passed him
brow wrinkled in distaste
shrinking away from his held out hand
in need of some show of grace
instead throw some loose change
were more uncomfortable than he
then the youth of the neighborhood came
strutting with their pants well below their knees
a show of rebellion than a cause of fear
still
walkers avoid them as they clutched on to their preconceived conclusions
but no bother
though society labeled them as The Lost Generation
underneath that roughened imposed exterior
eyes well aged from the misery witnessed
They are but a show of mercy
a last resort to heal this soul-eating sickness
I saw the world lose it’s faith today
looking at my reflection
it wasn’t the shadows under my eyes that troubled me
or the increasing frowning lines
but the loss of that glimmer
that shimmer
that glow that I once had
that awe at everything and anything
as the daily feed of
death has all but become ordinary
the breaking of promises by our leaders has all but become customary
my wonder has deserted me
but as I walk out and admire the unfolding scenes
the sagas, the tragedies, the legends
relived, retaught, re-ignored
I remember
To laugh
let it ring in every crook and corner
because Life
is nothing but an inside joke between Us and God
So Adam
relieve your burden for a while
lighten up on the doomsday complex
find the humor and ultimately the beauty
in Mankinds Madness
Nubian(Q) 