Growing restlessness, a deep sense of unease
A feeling of futile hope, which no words can appease
Disbelief that once again we are observers of our own fate
Deep fear that will not abate, for futures we cannot create
Our conscience ahead of our voices subdued
In silence, yet again, buried guilt is imbued
For when will we awaken and understand
That all this suffering is for our riches not sand
When will we learn that submission is for the weak
And that silence will always be the ploy of the meek
We sit and debate as strategies are formed
And watch in horror as their executions unfold
Forever played as pawns of no value
Our vision derided by a sense of déjà vu
As events unfold like a Shakespearean tragedy
I shudder at the farce our enduring legacy
Inevitably we embrace outside interference
Expediently rushing to provide unhindered clearance
In frustration we analyze the double standards and fake media
Yet allow them free access to generate mass hysteria
How else can we master the art of hypocrisy?
Than by yielding in deference to all this duplicity
Double edged swords on which nations are maimed regardless
And the foregone conclusion that we only have permission to regress.
In growing numbers they walk passed my home till echos of refugees the world over haunt me.
~ Dedicated to the people of Syria now, the people of Palestine both past & present.... and indeed for all refugees the world over.
'You are not just a drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in a drop.' ~ Rumi
Passed my home in a constant stream
Strong emotions resonate and team
Rushing in their hope to dream
Expectant faces that hide one scream
A nearby land they aim to soon reclaim
A wrong to be righted despite the blame
The parallels to another tribe are truly real
So how can I but an overwhelming sadness feel
When will we learn from this repeated mistake?
What will it take from this deep illusion to awake?
We are all one, yet we constantly divide
Our lives consistently shattered by pride
Which clan are you? To whom do you belong?
When will we realise that this is just wrong
United we stand, divided we fall
We repeat it blindly, yet in action we stall
A simple concept so hard to uphold
And so on a fool's errand we never find gold
Peace and security are words we use lightly
Whilst fear and despair shine ever more brightly
I want to stand tall and say as loud as I can
This earth is only ours but for a short span
So the sooner we learn to faithfully aspire
For causes whose aims are so much higher
The faster we will all truly see
That there is more to you and me
Than titles, names & what we do
One heart that beats for old and new
A united people who can finally achieve
A redeemed humanity in which we can believe
Written by Rula Zein-Iddin ~ (c) All Rights Reserved
~ Dedicated to the People of Palestine & the Children of Gaza ~
My heart aches
A nightmare déjà vu
It could so easily have been us
Blood soaked bodies
Dust drenched hair
Wild eyed despair
Crushed olive trees
Smoke, fire, gas, flames
Destruction is so simple
Havoc comes far too easily
Above the law.
A carte blanche issued at the highest levels
God? Karma? Leaders?
Me? You? Them?
All turn a blind eye
A nation forgotten
Sweep them under the carpet
Hope they’ll wither and die
But they will not
They are your conscience
Their screams tear at your soul
They will haunt your dreams
Those innocent children
Those new born babes
They have no future
Because you were silent
Kid yourself not
The least you can do is use your voice
There are no excuses
With enough voices we will be heard
We must be heard
In a world of insanity, greed & corruption
Those with a conscience must speak up
For if we do not
Then who will?
If we cannot
Then who can?
The silence is deafening
And so it goes on
The bombs rain down
A living hell on earth
And for what?
Manipulation at best
Murder most savage at least
May they be haunted in their dreams
And with every breath they take
For he who steals the lives of innocent children
Deserves their life to be a living hell
And may their hereafter be nothing less.
(c) Rula Zein-Iddin
Unfortunately this is a painfully common sight at traffic lights and street corners.
The initial approach
This young girl approached me saying she was hungry and begging for money.... Scenes like this make you wonder where our humanity is hiding.
#streetphotography #street #poverty #humanity #humanism #amman #jordan #jordanian
Getting to know you...
I managed to engage her in conversation and discovered what a truly beautiful child hid beneath the depths of her poverty stricken despair.
Her intelligence & personality shine through...
....it would take so little to enable her to realise her true potential....
And yet how many other little girls are out there being forced to beg a living?
Two sides to every coin....
....behind her you can spot an excited & happy little girl running towards the hanging toys....
In stark contrast...
And there, just a few metres behind the poor beggar girl and thank-fully unbeknown to her...
.....a care-free child lays claim to her chosen toy.....and loudly beckons her parents to buy her a rubber floater.
Oh the irony.
But I want this one....
....would that any child's wishes were so easy to grant.