Rhetorical Question - Poem by Mohamed Amer
I dreamt my whole life of heaven
Where the stairway take me to the Promised Land
Always knew that hell gates
Will close behind, and find peace in hand
I cry, because I don't feel that I fulfilled my destiny
It's always like this, like butterfly depraved of beauty
An empty place for more vanity
Unnamed feeling for a thing you can't see
Something missing for the creation of humanity
Everywhere I look, I see death and war
People where used and more
All tell me, that there are people have seen more pain
Well, that's not the world we were promised to gain
Who is the puppeteer?
What is the source of my fear?
Is that us who destroyed our heritage?
Or we are just following the legacy of the deific sage?
What is the point of a life of human greed?
Where the corrupt in control, and the righteous in need
Why the sun is symbol to make me thrive?
And the moon shows the animal side of my life?
Both are beautiful in my eyes
Or all corners of knowledge filled with lies?
True stories that defied
And fake stories idolized
Tell me what is that thing they call perfection?
Nothing is perfect. All I see is oblivion?
I let many people down
Like a king without a crown
I see no point of fighting all along
Like listening to a mute song
So what is that perfection you wrote?
And that greatness you mentioned in your note?
Is it the discovery of the idiotic existence?
Cause I can't see in it any reconnaissance?
There is something true in your eyes
Not inside you all the lies
The perfection you seek is not in you
It is so holy and profound in the things you do
Erase your sorrow; you don't have to feel sad
Not all what you've done is bad
There will be a good dawn for you
Every great dark gate has a simple clue
From day to day you'll find something new
In spite of your knowledge, you know just few
You shed the tears for joy or sorrow
Live forever, death will take you and you don't know
Fall to your knees under the rain
One day you'll rise again
Never loss hope, there will be always a coming train
Don't pull your hand back
Even you are lost, you'll be back on this track
Just keep on and don't care
Sun will rise, life is fair
Don't be alone; there will be always something to share
Don't go far, the end is near
Be happy and fight all your fear
In the end, you will know the answer
You will see the perfection you are after
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