Ali Farah Poems

Greatness is not how high you fly in style
Nor it is how big is your chauffeured limo car
But it is how often you bend your back to help
And how far will you stretch your hand to assist
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He was twenty-something and feeling proud
He declared that he is no longer a boy
And demanded to be treated as a man
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He is a coward and a creepy
He is a crawler and kowtower
He is a selfish and a sponge
He is a gutless and a weak-kneed.
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The little girl cried in agony for help
Her president dined and toasted with the nemesis
Perhaps nothing has been said on her behalf
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Poem: To Inscribe A New Poem

The pen in my head 
has its own switchgear
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Listen to me, I am talking
Listen to me and don't interrupt.
Listen to what I am saying and not what you want to hear.
Listen to me so we can be hearing the same note.
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Am I a rational person in an irrational camp?
or am I a lone deviator from the traditional path?  

Am I asking too many questions where the evidence is weak?
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When two plus two is four 
But the majority says it is five
Will common sense become uncommon?
Will  logic take the back seat?
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When I fly high
up in the sky
thousands of feet 
above the ground 
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Whenever a life is taken away
In a violent manner
Or lost in accidental way
We may hear it in the news
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