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War

I wrote this in my morning half hour bus ride (to the subway station). I wrote this thinking about what I watched on the news before I left my house. 7 oclock in the morning and I turn on the tv and I watch the devastation in Isreal and Lebanon.


War is on. The innocent will die and the guilty will live. The ammunition will be used till their pockets are empty. They might call truce or one of them might win. The winner will be the right one and the loser becomes the evil and to be blamed. History will add the events. And then there will be controversies. Those who aided the winner will punish the loser and pretend to not have the guilty conscience of killing thousands and millions of innocent people. The losers will be tried and no mercy will be the judge. A crude sentence will be give by the winner pretending as if they are not guilty for the same war crimes. Terms will be set and treaties will be signed. The losers lose all, their people, lives, government, money, land and winners get to play their version of God. As if righteousness were them from the beginning. Every casualty will be recorded and injured will be treated. Medals for the dead[soldiers] and promotions for the living ones. The winner will celebrate and losers will remorse.

The living soldiers would go home and hug and kiss their families. But still, nobody and nobody would care for the innocent ones who are dead. They'll record a stat and they'll publish a few articles of comparing them with previous wars - as if it is a game of numbers. Just waiting who got the highest score.

The innocent is innocent - he might be weak or he might be the strongest one. Nobody thinks of him and nobody fights for him. They die not knowing why? They survive wondering why? Noone asks the innocent who do you want to put on trial? Nobody tells him what did he do wrong to survive without his loved of life alive. Noone thinks of the baby or why he was made an orphan in one night? The dead are sound as sleep. The survivors live with pain and agony.
The war that they didn't start, the war that they didn't want and the war that wasnt their fault, killed them all. Destroyed their homes, lives and minds. And those guilty still live and celebrate and plan for future ignites.


- Maymona

Isreal & Lebanon

The perpetrators live
and the innocent die
For weak can't fight
An eye for an eye
A life for a life
A soldier for a soldier
Are you ready Isreal
Are you ready Lebanon
For guilty will live
Kill all you feel like to kill
the perpetrator lives on
and their purpose is on
Wake up Isreal
Wake up Lebanon
The killing game is on
Watch your Back
Watch your side
Look ahead
for you never know when
death will creep on

For the lover that'll never be

I know you are a man of true words for you hold in your hands a book of God which I partly believe in. I would have given love to you because I feel comfortable with you in silence and grief. But I cannot betray the book of God that I carry in my heart. Book of the words of Allah. For if I betray it I will betray me and every particle that holds this world together. For love is surely a beautiful thing but it comes and goes, it lives and dies but trust is what I have built my universe around with those words of Allah that I carry in my heart and trust is like a grain of sand if it is washed away it will never come back to the same shore again.
If I reach you , you might reach me back. And I'm afraid that I'll astray and betray myself. For love is capable of bringing courage and bravery in you but love brings harmony and agony at the same time. I'm ready to love but I'm not ready to let go of this grain of sand that I keep so close to me to be washed away only knowing that it will never come back. I can't let you near me. For the power you hold you don't know yourself. And that power can affect me and provoke me in so many ways.


PS: To my readers (if I have any) the above has nothing to do with a real life or any event, its just someting I wrote when my pen started tracing the pages of my memo book

It's just a thought-

Life plays jokes sometimes. Things that we are attracted to, are always evil/bad or sinful. I say if they are not good for us then why are humans given the feeling of attraction or the freedom of choice if we are to choose things that arent good for us. Is this natures cruel joke ?

how do I breathe
when my own needs
are poisonous for me - Maymona





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Lost of words
Can't count my wounds
I'd say im hurt
but i dont feel you
You never said you're sorry
But I always forgave you
what did you do ?
you never cared
4 lives
crushed
dismantled and played with
and you never saw us
past ur greed
the other day i heard
tht the heavens cried
a man is down
he chose greed
and never opened his eyes
I can hear heavens cry
why oh God why
when did this man die from inside
heavens stop
take away all the lives to be born
empty these wombs
cuz
when fathers die from inside
when mothers dont fight
when fathers become blind
and when mothers are scared
no soul shd be born
no innocence should be torn
So why I ask why
four lives and u didnt fight?
four lives and ur still blind?

- Maymona July 3, 2006