Hope

You found a pothole

A place to start the crack

And the dream was born

Between the dark and dark

The whole was broken

And now you manifest

A dream unspoken

A place you can rest

Your head

For just

Today

My friend you survive

This way

And the best is yet to come

There’s no end to your dreams

There’s none

Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

Truth Told

A memory that’s not yet old

Her, laying on my dorm room bed

Fever filling her head

Gun shots sounding closer and closer

Baghdad, what have we done?

I kiss her forehead, cover her with my blankets

Sister, what have we done?

I told her I have to step outside

But she couldn’t hear me

The small glass window was near me

And it was threatening to break

And everyone was screaming

I wished I’d been dreaming

But I thought I had to say my goodbyes

Sister we’ve come so far

This truth had to be told

Before our story got too old

And everyone forgot we existed

Don’t

Don’t try to save her

She is singing in her head

Trapping the thoughts you said

Turning them to something beautiful instead

Don’t try to pull her away from the heaven that you call hell

For you don’t know in which hole your beauty fell

The History Game

You seem so sure

That there’s nothing you can do

That the stars’ position

Tell you visions that are true

You seem so sure of how unsure our future is

Of how we’ll fight in a war that no one wins

And although we know

We still try

Oh history why 

Why do you keep playing this game with me