BAAL - THE
ONE AND ONLY
These are the poems I wrote so far. The first
two are patriotic, the others are lyric. I don't know the source of inspiration
for the patriotic poems I wrote, but one can feel the Metallica influence
on them. As for the lyric ones, they were inspired by the people they were
dedicated to.
I. My poems:
a. Awaken
b. Lebanon T.N.T
c. My angel's name
d. Flyer's Rose
e. View
Awaken
Silence rules
the land
No foes, all are
friends
Is it nature or
the human hand
Let the people
sleep, don't make a sound.
One opens one
eye
Seeing wrong from
right
Thinks he's free
and wants to fight
He rises ... gets
silenced in the night.
Another one heard
the shot,
Wakes up his neighbour
But both are forced
to labour
Cause you know
life has gotten hard.
A young man looks
around,
Horrified of what
he's found
His hate grows
with the years
No laughter,.
nothing but tears.
The time to change
has come
The masters sound
the drum
Waking up the
people to get their votes
Making speaches,
using quotes.
Once elected,
they play the old tune
People, tired,
sleep under the moon
And the viscious
circle continues . . .
But wait, something
must be done
Our dreams are
not coming true
We can no longer
see the sun
Stand still for
we're coming through.
Jealous of our
land's qualities
The ennemy devides
and conquers
By creating religious
sensibilities.
Unite the clans,
we are all brothers!
Our neighbour's
soldiers came
Telling us they
are friends
They took Lebanon's
wealth and fame
Spreading spies
over the lands.
Busky try you
had there
Never convinced
me, never will
With nothing to
lose, nothing to bare
Hold still for
I'll make you chill.
Your own blood
I'll make you taste
Feel the metal
that'll crush your head
Always followed,
always chased
It's time for
you to feel the dread.
Now's the moment,
the time
Lean well so I
can be sure
Your head is worth
a crime
To my rage there's
no cure.
Lebanon,
Then, Now and Then . . .
I'm proud of being
from Lebanon
But not of being
lebanese
Those people whom
nothing can please
Their civil war
forever goes on
The land regrets
what it once had
The greatest men
once stood on it
Famous sailors,
inventors of the alphabet
Living in peace
they were glad
Their legend gave
a continent
The name of Europa,
Princess of Tyre
So beautiful,
her love put on fire
Zeus, god of thunder,
making him discontent
Long before the
europeans
They discovered
the american continent
Leaving many traces
forever permanent
Making art pieces
with their hands
Their enemies
envied what they had to give
Attacking their
cities, with eyes full of greed
The people of
pride, their house to fire they feed
Rising again,
making the legend of the Phoenix live
Centuries went
by, the great people dissolved
New men, religions
and cultures took over
Confused about
their roots they want to cover
They deny their
ancestors, they thought they had evolved
Living in Lebanon,
they call themselves lebanese
Many years ruled
by some others
Many of them consider
the filthy arabs as fathers
All they can do
is say "God help us, please"
Never thought
of going into action
Kissing their
ruler's foot in fear
Few of them seeing
women's tears
Wanting to free
their country, they cause friction...
A great leader
rose from down under
He gathered the
people, united the clans
Preparing for
war, he had many fans
He began with
a great pace, his eyes firing thunder
But fanatics stood
in his way
Encouraged by
a foreign country
They tried to
cut branches from his tree
But he stood up
and said "Make my day!"
He seeked a path
through them to fray
But his troops
were disconnected, treason had struck
Surrounded by
evil enemies, he was stuck
They judged him,
for their mistakes made him pay.
He was kicked
off his own ground
Leaving behind
destruction, corruption and his dreams
He told his fans
to gather themselves in teams
So they did it
for what in him they had found
The people then
chose a president
He seemed very
cunning and fair
His enthusiasm
our enemies couldn't bear
They assassinated
him, making his silence permanent
They assigned
one, making the choice on their own
He was good, and
began the reconstruction
Making the people
believe in resurrection
But he turned
out to be a hell spawn
He worked hard
to hide their spies
Covering the truth
with his silly lies
He refused to
take off his disguise
And formed a government
of thirty thieves.
In the parliament
chamber we hear noise
All are arguing,
but have the same cause
They want to rob
the people and make them applause
For the way they
take away their voice.
Lebanon is a free
democratic land
You have the right
to speak, but not in public
Just to make sure
you don't disturb the republic
But if you do,
you'll be crushed by a brick hand.
Instead of reacting,
the people sleep
Submitting to
the authoritarian crook
Although he doesn't
go by the book
Cause they think
Revolution's path is steep.
Poor Lebanon has
no hope
It's rolling down
the longest slope
No one will save
it from its fate
Not even the arabs
who are so great.
The time will
come when on its surface
A black, white
and red flag will be planted
Its people still
asleep and splattered
Survival is their
one and only purpose.
Maybe a two colored
flag will come
The star on it
gives birth to hell barons
Lebanese will
forget where they're from
Their civilization
crumbles to ruins.
And those of them
who know the Phoenicians are their ancestors will cry . . .
My
Angel's Name
A lantern without
oil
A desert with
dry soil
No rain to wet
the land
No oil to light
the lamp
A car without
fuel
No carriage, just
a mule
A man without
a nation
A poet with no
inspiration
In a closed room
without light
All the days become
night
A soldier needs
a weapon to fight
Must have wind
to fly a kite
An angel flew
by
Casting clouds
in the sky
Rain falling on
the dry domain
Giving life to
the planted grain
She pried open
the earth
To oil the hole
gave birth
So the lantern
was filled
And the light
then shined
She filled the
car with fuel
Made a carriage
for the mule
For the man created
a nation
To the poet was
the inspiration
I was the one
in the dark room
Waiting for my
thoughts to bloom
Needing the courage
to fight
I was astonished
by the bright light
The angel gave
me the lamp
Her hair was black
but bright
At her side the
sun shines no light
I felt life when
I touched her hand
This heavenly
creature has a name
Even if among
people had no fame
I shall remember
it as long as I live
And forever my
love to her I'll give
A very pretty
name she had
The sound of it
makes me glad
Her skin is like
an Angelica
Her name is simply
: Nayla
Dedicated
to Nayla N. Kazzaz
Flyer's
Rose
When I feel the
blues
When there's only
bad news
When I wish to
die
Only one thing
can make me fly
When life is in
black
When I want to
crack
When I need to
cry
Just this thing
will make me fly
When I feel sad
When I'm treated
bad
When I hear a
lie
One thing can
still make me fly
When I am happy
When I feel I'm
sappy
When I'm already
high
One thing will
get me higher
This thing is
a rose
Who can understand
me
Who really cares
for me
But is afraid
to get too close
No much of problem
Cause I like you
just the way you are.
Dedicated
to : Rana Bou Chedid
View
The sun and moon
meet at only one place
They stand there
forever, face to face
The first to life
gives birth
The other enlightens
the earth
Both shining so
bright
Filling the place
with light
Which endevours
the blackest night
To beauty giving
a new height
Under the two
powerful guardians
Stands proudly
a little green hill
Upon it one can
feel a great chill
Great inspiration
to musicians
At its foot, lying
in a bed
Beautiful roses,
blood red
At their sight
my eye is fed
And sadness at
once leaves my head
Imagine if this
was true
What a great panoramic
view
But I know one
much better
Guess its name's
first letter
C rystal
eyes with a dark brown fill
A little
nose softer than the grass on the hill
R ed lips
worth every rose in the world
I n my
life, I have seen
N o one
with such a cute face
E very
day in my heart grows this queen
But she doesn't
want to see her crown
And often forgets
the magic of her frown
Just the sound
of your voice
Can make my heart
rejoyce.
When you are sad,
I feel like dying
When you are happy,
I feel like flying
Nothing is worth
you crying
This is true,
I ain't lying.
Dedicated
to : Carine Debs
All poems were composed by Nadim M. Baalbaki,
resident of Beirut, Lebanon.