In 2008, I joined Facebook. I decided to use this forum to educate myself about people in other countries, specifically in Arab countries. It was an Egyptian woman who first offered me her hand in friendship. I grew to admire and love the Egyptian people. In 2009, I wrote a poem for the anniversary of 9/11. Since then, I have met Arabs in other countries, too. When I read my poem today, I feel that all Arabs are represented by Mother Egypt in it.
In one land, the morning sun rises. The evening moon graces the sky in the other.
The Lady of Liberty opens her eyes. The eyes begin closing of the Majestic Ageless Mother.
Two worlds so far apart, separated for miles by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned seas.
Two worlds like day and dark, separated by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned pleas.
"Death to the West!" "Blow the Arab bastards to hell!" Doesn't everyone feel this way?
All Arab countries are surely the same! And don't all in the West hate all Muslims today?
In one land, the morning sun rises. The evening moon graces the sky in the other.
The Lady of Liberty opens her eyes. The eyes begin closing of the Majestic Ageless Mother.
Actions by States have killed innocents en masse. Responses by Groups have done the same, nothing other.
The Lady of Liberty opens her eyes. The eyes begin closing of the Majestic Ageless Mother.
"Death to the West!" "Blow the Arab bastards to hell!" Doesn't everyone feel this way?
All Arab countries are surely the same! And don't all in the West hate all Muslims today?
In one land, the morning sun rises. The evening moon graces the sky in the other.
The Lady of Liberty opens her eyes. The eyes begin closing of the Majestic Ageless Mother.
Two worlds so far apart, separated for miles by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned seas.
Two worlds like day and dark, separated by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned pleas.
"Death to the West!" "Blow the Arab bastards to hell!" Doesn't everyone feel this way?
All Arab countries are surely the same! And don't all in the West hate all Muslims today?
In one land, the morning sun rises. The evening moon graces the sky in the other.
The Lady of Liberty opens her eyes. The eyes begin closing of the Majestic Ageless Mother.
I caught her eyes as they were closing, at the moment before her mind started dozing.
I saw tears in them both when she shook as she cried, and that's when I started asking her, "Why?"
"You've taken my sons, my daughters and lovers; imprisoned us all in one group with The Others!"
Lady looked at the ground, and silence hovered between Lady and the Majestic Mother.
Two worlds so far apart, separated for miles by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned seas.
Two worlds like day and dark, separated by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned pleas.
"Death to the West!" "Blow the Arab bastards to hell!" Doesn't everyone feel this way?
All Arab countries are surely the same! And don't all in the West hate all Muslims today?
Lady's eyes were clouded with rage when she turned toward Mother, the old aging Sage.
No longer a jewel in Lady's eyes, Mother was evil; to be despised!
"Cruel, wretched woman, don't you know what you've done? You blew up MY daughters! You blew up MY sons!"
"You arrogant fool, what makes you say that? That was none of my doing! Where are your facts?
You've taken my sons, my daughters and lovers; imprisoned us all in one group with The Others!"
Lady looked at the ground, and silence hovered between Lady and the Majestic Mother.
Still clouded with rage, glaring sharp as a knife she screamed, "You're the cause of all of this strife!
You killed her husband. You murdered his wife!"
"You arrogant fool, again I say! That was none of my doing; took no part in that day!
You keep taking my sons, my daughters, my lovers; throwing us all in one group with The Others!"
Lady slumped to the ground, and silence hovered between Lady and the Majestic Mother.
Two worlds so far apart, separated for miles by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned seas.
Two worlds like day and dark, separated by sometimes raging, ill-intentioned pleas.
"Death to the West!" "Blow the Arab bastards to hell!" Doesn't everyone feel this way?
All Arab countries are surely the same! And don't all in the West hate all Muslims today?
"What did I do?" cried Lady in grief. "My heart hurts so. It's beyond belief. I hate you so much; Hope your lives are just brief!"
"If you want death for me, then I'll bring it to you! The whole world will fear the red, white and blue!
I'll rain bombs and destruction all over your world! I'll turn you into a frightened girl!"
Mother pled, "Bombs won't make your pain disappear. They kill innocent people, make them live in fear!"
Lady screamed, "Fear is one thing you've brought to my door. I cannot live in fear anymore!
"I don't want you to fear me. I don't want you to kill. When these words reach your heart, I'll be your friend still.
"Lady, you cannot go on this way with an unquenchable urge to make us all pay.
You keep blaming my sons, my daughters, my lovers; hating us all in a group with The Others!"
Mother knelt to the ground, and silence hovered between Lady and the Majestic Mother.
Two worlds, unknowingly not so far apart, can be separated by calm and friendly seas.
Two worlds experiencing day and dark, united by soft speaking, kind pleas.
"Would you be my friend?" "Can I help you with that?" Why can't we feel this way?
Surely Arab people feel the same. And don't we in the West want peace today?
