Poem 023: Ultimate Solution Poem by Samer Madbak

The raging soul is filled with agony,
This wicked life! She’s had enough of it
If suicide were not a felony,
Or self-destruction led not to the pit
I would have slain this body obsolete
That soul may flee such world full of deceit.

O Lord, this is a world of rampant strife
Whose heroes are but renderers of blight,
Whose children are the enemies of life
Dwellers of dungeons, loathers of your light
So tell me not that life is fair and sweet
And cheer me not, this joy is utter cheat.

But if you will, free me, I ask of you,
Release this avid thing within my chest,
Hie to my aid, supreme, dispel my rue,
And grant that I be laid to endless rest.
For this, my flaming spirit, is replete,
And only death can quench the lethal heat.


Beirut
February 15th 1988