Turns Of The Wheel

Corrupt hierarchal systems
Of laws and regulations
False are all their items
False are their celebrations
False is the belief
Of every thief
Can you own mother earth?
Can you extinct the birth
Of species everywhere?
Polluting the air
Still you cannot feel
Turns of the wheel
Of time and space
An unstable case
For the human race
Fulfills your place

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Nada Amine Awar

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I am a Lebanese female poet, researcher and writer in Arabic and English.Fourth of January, 1957 I was born in Quarnayel, Lebanon. Being an only daughter among three sons, gave my whole life an aromatic taste. I got a master degree in political science from the American University of Beirut. Mahatma Gandhi is the only politician I follow and respect. Gamal Abd Nasir is the only Arab leader I admire. Rabindranath Tagore is my spiritual master. His poetry, writings, music, and universal thought is a real fountain for my spiritual uplifting. Chief Seattle’s “Message To the Modern World” broadened my views and deepened my interrelationships with Mother Nature and the GREAT SPIRIT. John Lennon is my daily friend. I recognize his song “Imagine” as my national anthem. I am a fan of Yoko Ono; I appreciate what she gave to the “whole world” through her love to John. I believe that the cosmic law is the only law that any creature must follow in order to understand the simple truth of life and death: that is another form of existence.
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J.rid
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ah now this poem is all so true, man destructs you would think it was his destiny! But yes Mother Nature adapts so much better than us, and quietly soldiers on adjusting her form.
I loved your poem and your intoduction of yourself too.

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