It is distant, and yet close
This notion of a perfect world in which we live
An illusion that’s not transparent as you were led to believe
A truth lies hidden that only the filters of History
can make you see
When you play the blame game
On an international scale
It’s easy to blame your neighbours
For their social economic failure
But the reality isn’t always so
Black and white as school theories make it to be
There’s more to this superficial notion
That academics love to repeat
Take for instance, Europe
Our cousins from the north
Their close future is not ruled
By such distinct laws
The dream of a unified country
Pacified cousins fight no more
A common goal, a common currency
The final solution to end all wars
But what union can be born from repression and imposition
When the people’s voice echoes unheard in the streets
When votes cannot elect the president of the Commission
And there’s no longer respect for sovereignty?
For haven’t thirty years of austerity
Taught us in the south a hard lesson?
Now the time would be ripe
For the peoples of the north to use Machiavelli’s wisdom
Or take yet another example
Of a once, great eastern empire
For it was not only Europe who stood in ruins
After banks and arms dealers played with fire
Once our cousins of the desert stood united
By the banners of religion and tradition
With only a few borders drawn on a map
Divide and conquer soon bore fruition
Brothers who once sang with one voice
Now spoke with each other through gunshots
The sacred teachings of the Prophet
Were all but forgotten and lost
And now they turned their hatred on us
Or so the fairy tale press repeats
So long as trained soldiers spread violence and hurt
No one pays attention at what austerity has reaped
An enemy that has no face has haunted us for years
And they’ll yet haunt us for many years more
What societies can be saved if the warning cries of the witnesses of History
Go on being forever silenced and ignored?
It does not take an All-Seeing eye to distinguish
True facts hidden in the maze of lies and deceit
All you have to do is to look through the lenses of History
To recognize the truth when next time you look, but do not see
And now, I must sadly take my bow
For no matter how much I speak, no one is interested to know
For how can a poem compete with the circus of the media
And what’s the next program on TV?
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Historical Fiction
PoetryA poem born out of much reflection about the crisis in Europe and the arab conflict, both seemingly unrelated events, and yet with the same root cause. All it takes to find it out is one look at History…