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THE HEAVY INHERITANCEBy Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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Nostalgic Poems The Heavy Inheritance |
THE HEAVY INHERITANCEWhen I soared in future I could feel Things which I wanted to conceal.. For silence confided to me a great deal
Of contradictions of life,
Which lovers of life could never seal.
I found despots to justice might appeal
While those who are rich in virtue
With Satan sometimes make a deal.
I found men of violence who are apt
To mercy, while the merciful act
Ferociously, blindly in fact..
I found inheritors of revolutions make a contract
With aggressors to stop progress at the start
Who check liberators with all means
Who covers themselves with shells so smart
While vagabonds butterflies rush to the spring of
light
I found in general welfarers latent evil
In evil doers latent common weal
The one shrinks and looses the zeal,
When difficulties appear he will kneel
For fear his good fortune will turn off the running
wheel
The other enticed by the new light Might take off his shame and fight
Might curb his
vices for some might
Give up wealth, experience to the victorious side
That he might pick the best fruit as his right..
Inheritors of truth may loose the spell
To follow change they cannot tell
In staggering steps, their oppression to fell
The more good they have, the least they rebel.
While vagabonds have nothing to loose:
They are not chained to Good or Taboos,
They pass the barrier of time, not stopping to
muse..
To catch power, their will to fuse,
They choose their law before any could choose..
One is glad to see tired despots distribute
The heavy load of their power absolute,
And lay off their violent hand and brute,
And give tongues to people mute,
That they may sing and play their flute..
I crave to see powerful states
Abstain to meddle in nations' fates,
To oppress them by wars and debts
Made by their usury and thefts,
A nation starves when another satiates..
I also fear vagabonds in power,
Their craving to rule is like a fever.
They jumped from a sub-condition to a super,
Filled with hatred is their humour,
To justice they remained in stupor..
In grief I stood to meditate
Inheritors of truth from ancient date
Bleeding, defeated, isolate..
Why should the good men be stagnate
When a new justice open the gate For them to unite and cooperate? |
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