By: Amal B. Zeidan, Recipient of the LIU Post Recycling Scholarship
Who says this is paradise?
Who says this is where we belong?
I can tell you right now, this is not our home.
The world is crying,
Even the clouds tear.
All this chaos can’t mean
The original plan for life is near.
Our schools take life out of our books and replace it with partiality.
Our TVs mock true life & our music perverts the sweet taste of light.
Our professors unknowingly suppress the intellect that frees us from deceit.
Our websites dilute our minds & our tasteless bumper stickers serve only as scratch covers.
But when destruction arrives, oh how they bellow.
“Where are you God, don’t you hear our cry?!”
Do my eyes deceive me or is it true?
Do we choose life or is it death we welcome through?
Are we so blindly distracted by our temporary desires,
That our heart’s longing becomes permanently stained?
Do we fill our cavern with immortality?
Do we put ourselves first before absolute truth?
Do we live to bring praise, honor and glory to ourselves?
To whom do we turn for comfort when all seems incomplete?
Another human that feels the same defeat?
Why do we think another human can save the partial nature into which naturally comes?
Can we really believe that broken plus broken equals whole, complete, or even one?
Humans are not beings that lost their other human half.
There is us.
And there is truth.
Calamity tears homes.
Disaster sources devastation.
Tragedy births agony.
Are we bound to our catastrophes?
Truth tears separation.
Truth sources joy.
Truth births healing.
In the end,
The truth stands.
All else falls.
Will you stand?
Or will you fall?