Moon's Halo Poem by Kassem Oude
Moon's Halo
How long people sang to old moon
They saw him pretty and smooth
Perfect disk shone as summer noon
Praising him holy look of youth
Flaws from far are never seen
Even stars hide in farther skies
None is absolutely clean
So not all's senses can be wise
How many hero are coward
And main leaders big cheaters
and big gathering a mere horde
Warriors sell mates' gore as water
Halo is thick fog before light
Tellers are ash thrower in eyes
Heavy dope that numbs insight
Pledging adjourned major prizes
It's so easy to wear a mask
Hoisting ethic emblems, motives
Wisdom asked with hidden tusk
To fulfill selfish lusts one weaves.
Kassem Oude
On Sunday, April 17,2016
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5/5/2024 12:32:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some people are like the moon - they are seen as flawless and are admired, because many have sung their praises. But upon closer inspection, the truth is there to be seen. When something - or someone - has been admired for a long time, people no longer question their admiration. It is taken for granted and expected. There is a good lesson to be learned from this poem. Do not listen to the praises of others, but take a close look for yourself and then decide if it is worthy of the praise. Well written, Kassem.