Some of my Poetry

Once there was a night,
Where a dream gave fright,
Describing the End,
Of all Life could send.

“Why send me,” I cry,
“This vision of Doom,
I’m only knee-high,
And fresh from the womb.”

To this day not sure,
If some films I saw,
Disrupted my sleep,
With false signs to keep,
Or whether it’s true,
This dream I tell you,
Warns of Things to Come,
If we all stay dumb.

This night-mirrored myth,
Your mind shall I fill,
Of a world short-lived,
Haunts me, taunts me still.

Cliffs of plunging wrath,
Rips the earth gone soft,
On heat cracks emerge,
From cities crowds surge,
Alone. Unloved. Lost.
Trapped by flame and frost,
The War-lords’ machine,
Mega-deaths they breath,
To make the world clean,
But what did they leave?

Man’s science gone mad,
Now, Nature’s turned bad,
The despair sets in,
No return from sin,
Destinies squandered,
“How?” to be pondered,
Not by Man now past,
But insects and grass.

Is it really true,
No more me or you?

......... Copyright Nabil Shaban 1984