The cape on the Mediterranean Sea is full of life,
Sea and land touch, mingle, and rejuvenate one another
Feeding life, withdrawing, touching, freer than a lear.
The mountains roll into the plains, then into the sea.
The scenery is breathtaking and full of variety:
A hinterland populated, busy with life and fun,
Where buildings and homes intersect in a pun,
Where the water touches the land, retreats, and returns frequently.
Watching those cities from above is like watching
A reel of the twenties where everything is in slow motion,
Leaving an image, a smell, a laugh and glorying
In the fabulous way Middle Easterners show emotion.
Their carefree cheer is contagious, although
I knows That beneath the smiles, there lies a valley filled
With depression, agonies of past wars, struggles
To simply survive in a world that others take for granted.
I wish upon a star for them to have a better life,
Filled with ease and love while knowing that the government
Tears the people asunder by pocketing what should be theirs.
The disillusionment and disparity in their lives is painful to see.
Yes wishing is all I can do, as the world is run by politics,
And those are governed by SuperPowers that we have
No control over, as they impose their reign and expects
Blind obedience otherwise Consequences ensue.
Poetry for Change 