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Best Poems From
LAALA KASHEF ALGHATA
(18 February 1990)
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Write Me a Metaphor
These words are just pressed thoughts
upon a page, fragile like crumbling leaves,
golden on the ground and vulnerable;
stepped on so easily and disregarded,
beauty so frequently ignored.
We just write what we dont want
to even hope to believe is true.
We are the ones responsible for
longings of happily ever after
and love at first sight; and we
apologise, because we just want
someone to go through the same.
We throw metaphors and similes
into the world in hundreds, about
everything that parades through
our lives, and we wonder when
someone will write us metaphors
and similes, likening us to willow
trees and flowing waters, claiming
we are beautiful.
We write like we breathe and that
is why our words often feel like
someone squeezing your throat,
choking you into oblivion, because
we write like we breathe.
We write life.
Laala Kashef Alghata
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You Paint War
You paint destruction on the inside of our eyelids
so we cant ever close our eyes and forget what
it is youre doing to the world, destroying homes
and tearing apart families, killing brothers and
mothers, disregarding lost fathers and sisters;
you paint them in the backdropp in camouflage,
make us try to believe they are not important.
But you forget there are some who can look
past the propaganda that is the eight oclock news
and your face and stuttering voice, realising
we are being slowly destroyed. Your country rises
against the killing of your men, but the killing
of our men is accepted you rocked the country
to the brink of civil war.
You paint disasters into life, youve got a way to
disrupt the world and can always murmur veto
with a smug smile when you dont agree, stop
the world from advancing and kill all organized
religion, thought, belief.
But you forget that someday we will gain
enough power to stop you and put someone
in your place that deserves your position.
You forget, you represent millions of people
who dont share your warped ideas, who take
to the streets and demonstrate for peace,
shouting in sync, No more blood for oil.
Laala Kashef Alghata
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