LUPUS.

Autoimmune diseases that mainly affect Goddesses from Venus,
have got me seething, writhing with anger for my aunts, sisters and nieces.
Lupus took an angel from me when she was only twenty-three and I was nine.
I am now filled with rage against a machine that killed one of mine.
AIDS and Arthritis, HIV, and Fibromyalgia,
are weapons worse than guns that can annihilate anyone's nostalgia.
Chronic illnesses of a calibre that create constant pain;
the kind that can conjure up cancerous emotions in the brain.
I will not quit or concede to defeat until there is a cure,
for these crimes against humanity that rob my brothers of their allure.
Once so charming, now disarmed of their desires to stay alive and fight the good fight.
Coughing, wheezing to survive, all throughout the night.
But alas, they soldier on with the kind of will that creates legacies,
for they are armed with strength that could have even defeated Hercules.

Israeli-Palestinian Conflict.

In Judaism, similar to in Islam, a woman must always cover her hair.
Modesty and honour are prevalent throughout both socioeconomic or cultural practices.
Yet the focus is always on the differences, the things that set us apart, mainly based on the right to land.
It has become entirely political, quite quizzical and even hypocritical.
The enlightened powers that be would love to see a change,
in how brothers and sisters show their love for one another.
Instead of war, famine and poverty; why not life, acceptance and liberty?
I, too, was brought up to be a Muslim, however, today, at this moment in time, I can only identify as a humanist.
It pains me to know that two groups of people so identical could forget, so quickly, about the Abrahamic ties of our people.
When Moses pleaded that Pharaoh let his people go, my belief is that they received their promised land but centuries of turmoil and greed have left us in this mess.
Emile Durkheim's conflict theory suggests that this is in-group mentality, us versus them as better or worse than the rest.
Insanity, if you ask me, my own parents taught me to love everybody.
And they were only immigrants in a foreign land or sovereignty, in the seventies,
I'm so grateful to call Canada home, despite all the tragedies I've seen,
I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to experience warlike atrocities.
The bottom line is that I may try as hard as I can to attempt to empathize but I will never understand what makes one more of a man than his or her fellow human being.
I believe in equality for all persons big or small and I pray to God that it won't be long until the walls fall down.
Holy sites like Mecca, Medina or the Wailing Wall belong to anyone with a pulse; all of this exclusivity is sheer nonsense.
But what do I know, I am but a mere lad of twenty six that prefers gnosticism, peace, and Disney flicks.

No More Pain.

By the time I turned twenty seven,
I had already seen two of my Earth angels ascend to the Heavens.
I begged and pleaded but it was all in vain,
fourteen unsuccessful suicide attempts only to be born again.
I racked my brain, played with every poison.
Alcohol and narcotics were my favourite toys. 
Illicit activities no longer linger among my choices.
My drive and desire to stay alive have my soul rejoicing.
I was all ablaze, became a pyromaniac provoking the Gods of fire.
Somehow I was saved from going up in flames.
Never knew how strong my ambition was until my soul almost retired.
Now I am fighting harder than ever before to save my name.
Electrified and even electrocuted by taking wires in my bathwater.
But then I caught myself slipping when I remember my sisters' daughters.
I will never again attempt to play like I'm a sacrificial lamb destined for slaughter.
Instead, I will reinvent myself with my own laughter
so that I can drink from the fountains of youth in the sweet hereafter.

I AM.

I'm a nondenominational superstar, interfaith intergalactic explorer,
multilingual extraordinaire, soon to be a billionaire.

I'll share my fortune with the world, and give to all the boys and girls.
For what good are strings of pearls, if they're tightly curled in my own hand?

I will execute some genius plans.
Oh! It'll be magnificent, when I feel so brilliant and rediscover my resilience.

I know it won't come easily, so I'll fight my way through the misery,
pray to God for a treasury, to spread throughout the seven seas.

I can do anything I put my mind to, rescue the endangered animals, too.
Like King Solomon, I'll have many zoos where no creature or person will feel blue.

I just need time to get humble, peel myself off of the ground on which I've stumbled,
raise my voice so I don't mumble, increase the bass and treble so we can mambo.

We just have to work together, strive for Utopia, forever.
And let the dust settle, so that we can stay out of trouble.

Let the past stay where it is, focus on a whole new world of pleasures,
unbeknownst to mankind today and hope with all our hearts it stays.