Are we Human?

A beautiful spoken word (video), by the Australian poet Kamal Saleh. (Inserted at the bottom.)

Below is a little something I wrote after watching the video.

We see death and destruction yet some how feel no pain, we see the blood drop from their veins, the young reared on meat not fit for consumption. Destruction of their lives, the cries proclaim the streets by days and nights, echoing like a call to prayer, Allahu Akbar, (God is great), Allahu Akbar but no one is there. To busy stuck to the screen, designer clothes and magazines, this is where we throw our wealth, in perfect health we lay, watch the Syrians pay, pay a price to be free, something that comes natural to you and me. Are we really Human? That we close our eyes, ears, hearts and mind to such agony. Are we really human? That we chase and care for objects rather than people? Are we really Human? We shed tears for cracked screens but close our eyes to cracked skulls and Dreams.

Enough of my dribble, below is the video it begs the question, that are we really human? Worth a watch!


The Confounded Heart [Poem]

Loves Lost

Confounded Heart

My heart hurts like hell.

But it feels like i’m stuck in a well.

Walls all around caving in.

Water gushing up rising.

Soaking my body.

Choking my throat.

Such a strong grip unable to get loose.

Unable to choose, which way should one leave this world full of abuse.

Which method to use.

One destined by God All Mighty, or a diversion from a servant of a cheating Soul. Only God can make you whole.

In this world his grip seems to be diminishing, reminiscing on the times when everything was so innocent.

Peoples words may stain the soul, leave wounds so deep, that every tear shed on Earth, every word  spilled, can not fill, these wounds so deep.

Every good deed, every child birth, every miracle, every answered prayer does not make it fair, to bare these wounds so deep.

As we weep, walking around like misguided sheep, can we really conceive happiness with our following feet, puppets of this savagery trying to live lavishly compromising our humanity.

By Ali Ilyas