via Laila Yaghi: I wrote this poem a few days after my son lost his appeal to this evil system
Hell or Heavenly Hell?
Sometimes I wonder why the sun comes out everyday
Why the stars march out on the sky
In their bright uniforms
Scatter on a black field of glory
Contrasting sharply on an ocean
Full of secrets
Of His signs
I wonder why death when it is inevitable
Doesn't seem to flash in front of the oppressors’ eyes?
I wonder when the moon crosses path with the sun
Do they dance? Or just shake hands?
Or kiss a kiss of death?
I wonder what the moon whispers to the sun
When the shadow of God
Encompasses their crossings
I’ve seen the moon hand a document to the sun
Full of evil deeds
Of judges and prosecutors
I’ve seen the stars hide behind the Earth
I’ve seen a candle lit of magnificent beauty
When the angels read
Prosecutors and judges on one side
Oppressed and the poor on the other side
A smile painted on my lips
Indeed A Just God
Humans in their limited thinking
Think they seem to not seize
But soon they seize to exist
Every one goes to their dwellings
At the end
You might sit on the moon
Or on the sun
Either one you choose
Hell or heavenly Hell
Frost bites from the cold moon
Compete with the scorching heat
You might dangle your feet
You might feel you are up in the air
But at the end everyone dies
And is accountable for their deeds
Has your life ever flashed before your eyes?
In a rapid speed
Have you ever had a near death experience?
That is your conscious indeed
Knocking on the door
Of your dead soul