The Funeral's Red Roses
Have you ever smelled
the funeral's red roses
And felt death defuses
the fragrance to other places
Ever wondered if death is
the beginning of mysterious phases
And whether if death is the same
but has different ways and faces
Ever asked why so many die
for what so called 'noble causes'
Or asked if death cares
about religions, origins, or races
Ever questioned who's right, or wrong
or just who wins or loses
And If so, Do you think the powerfull
is always right in all the cases
Is life after death where
the elite meet to play and eat
Or for the corrupted rich
who fish his way to steal and cheat
Is it for the poor who lived and died
on the side of the street
Or for the victims of wars
who believed death was such a treat
Maybe you should more often
Smell the funeral's red roses
Because when dead the ashes of youth
won't have any options or choices.
لأجلك
♥
لأجلك نسيت نفسي حبيبي لا تنساني
لا تقل سأهجر وأن قلبك جافاني
أتمنى الوصال ولن أقبل الهجران
أضناني الشوق ونبضات قلبي تعاني
الأهل من حولي وأعيش في عالم وحداني
أذكر يوم أحببتك وزرعت اسمك بوجداني
كتبت لك الأشعار وتغنى قلبك بألحاني
بين ذراعي أتمنى أن أضمك ولقربك ولهان
تحلق روحي في سمائك وقلبك أعز أوطاني
سأقفل من بعدك باب قلبي ولن أحب ثاني
By bilal anaim
© 2007 bilal anaim
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