niroda abboud

(an Age)

young man, Take care
you live an Age
where the priest is a mage
turned God into a son
and says time somehow begun

When money is Just Paper
And Lust is Love
where Debt is Rich
And Life a Bitch

Don't Be Honest
Even with yourself

A friend once said
Straight trees are cut first
so twist and turn
and watch the straight burn

Young Man, God is not a son
God is the Father,
yours and mine
Time didnt begin,
we just call it time

Paper is for writing on
Money for the things you Lack
Don't spend your life
trying to collect and stack

young man,
Be your own best friend
err, and forgive yourself
don't just pretend

When sorrow is great
or your filled with hate
Look up at the stars
and watch the silence
As I am now

Around us is chaos
Even in the sky
order is convenient
and then we die

till that day
young man be young

don't wait for anything
think clear and trust
That you just Are
and nothing is just

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Poem Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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