There aren't enough hours in the day
to do all I need to do
and for me
to be there with you
not enough days in the week
to go where I want to be
or for you
to be here with me
and tho' someone said, 'Crime don't pay,'
in a moment you stole my heart away
you're guilty don't want to lose you
an accessory I can't refuse you
a crime of passion I have to accuse you
of loving me in the first degree
(and the feeling's mutual in reciprocity)
as time steals up and goes past so fast
stolen moments are all we have
making each and every precious one last
Those who make ethnic boxes on forms we must check.
Who of those get lost in life's shuffle who holds the deck?
Irk! It's insanity, those who think Jesus loves them most.
Long live humanity—Armenia was the first Christian host!
There are those who use Christianity to end their rant.
They use it only to put forth their political slant.
Those who blame the government and stir up a fuss.
Weren’t they taught early on the government is us?
Those who say they're sorry but show no remorse.
Then do the same things while they ride their high horse.
I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead.
Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence.
Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch.
They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not.
I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed at the men on board the ship
Her anger was a bellow across the water. A wise woman came to her.
She put her arm around her and led her to her haven in the forest.
"What is wrong with my people?" the girl asked.
"They know not, what they do," the crone said, her face was harsh
But her soul was kind. The girl sobbed herself to sleep that night.
Left in the forest with a stranger, for her family was too afraid to
Allow here back into the family. Afraid of her witchcraft.
The crone taught her how to garden, gather seeds, fix poultices.
She learned to love the forest animals, the fox, and the squirrel.
She learned what she needed to survive, which was much
As she was alone now, shunned by her family's terror of witches.
It was pretty clear from the start
That she had stolen my blueberry tart.
If that was not bad enough, at the mart,
She turned around and hid my cart.
My purse was inside, so that made my heart
Beat twice as fast right from the start.
Someone asked me if she was smart,
I said yes, due to her amazing art.
Was imaginative as a devil dart,
And her drawings gave you a real start.
When she heard me answer, at the mart,
She gave me back my wheeled cart,
My purse was intact, with my blueberry tart.
So I learned my lesson straight from the heart.
Do not accuse someone, until you find your cart.
We are best of friends now, me and Ms. Bart.
Accuse me
of your own
inadequacies
Judge me
of your own
transgressions
Condemn me
in your outrage
hypocrites
I accuse
Bankers who compulsively their creditors lure
Bid them colossal loans and obscure
To erect fantasies and a castle in Spain forge
Later arise manacled with a dolor mortgage
Employees who secretly squeeze through
Evacuate their jobs unattended and eschew
Occupy hours galore in cafés gossiping
With prolonged queues jilted lingering
Doctors who diagnose organic diseases
Shirk fragile,grief-stricken souls
Administer drugs to accrue vulnerability
Burden their expenses and nurture insanity
Entrepreneurs who hatch gigantic edifices
Reap colossal sums of almighty dollars
Abjure to construct a hovel for the beggary
To harbor their rat-infested despondency
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
I accuse ..... Part 3
My elder brother who instilled in me
The impetuous rage for music and its ecstasy
Let me thrill,bog down in quicksand
He commenced imbibing the Holy Koran and understand
Parents who pamper their children's avarice
Acquire them the latest inessential extravagance
Disdain to sow in them the worth of morality
Never sullied their lips with such formality
Teachers who their pupils skull stuff
Promulgate a lot of a grip not enough
Fail to dissect their must-have for heartfelt loyalties
In authentic scoundrels and wolves in sheep's clothings
Like cocky peacocks strut through the grounds
On allegiance,they read the last rites
Tear their identities or stomp on flags
Yet could medications be of any use
For those a whole epoch has abused ?
I accuse..... Part 2
My parents who instructed me,and to the letter follow
Kneel only to God,to people never my head bow
I was next line to promotion yet rebuffed to kowtow
Long stagnated and ached my way to elbow
My wife who spent elongated years galore
Taming an old curved rusty nail and implore
God I cease minding the home business no more
Her undisputed realm and sovereignty restore
My offspring who at meal times would engage
In heat,intensive debate and seek to enrage
Their begetter who on them conferred archery
Yet shot me once they attained full mastery
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
I accuse ..... Part 1
My inner hedonistic self long to villainy inclined
Dwelling too long on flamboyance and enshrined
A morbid,horrible indeed skirt chaser
Endeavoring to beguile women and maneuver
Blaming it all on Satan's duplicitous whispers
Spurning to ditch eavesdropping physical beauties
Rolling with the punches yet persevered
Dragging my heels to relinquish and never repented
Our next door annihilating the cats we home-produced
Who have gormandized his rabbits and livestock downsized
Butted in on his weary sleeping pillow
Mating loudly,frequently and aggrandized his sorrow
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
for the love of death
you try
to blind
the eyes of god
with
too many tears
forced from
the caring hearts
of his angels
in so, this poet
accuses these cowards
of
hiding behind children
these pedophiles without souls
and in a universe without hell
it is they
who create it!
jude
Raise your
Hands
Voice
Belt
Shoes
Hangers
Whatever
You get a
Hold of
Bring it down
Hard
Fast
Repeat
Again and
Again
'Till we
Get it through
Our heads
Why won't we
Listen
Stop
Calm down
Behave
Understand
Be good for
Once
We're out of
Control
Too hard
To handle
We'll never
Understand
So you raise
Your hand
Why do I feel these feelings like I do?
Did I do something to you?
Sometimes the way you act towards me
Makes me just want to get up and leave
Is this how you want it to be?
Is to drive me away and never see me?
I just wanted to just scream and break down
Maybe you just want to see me fall to the ground
ou see me cry and fall to my knees
This is not how I pictured things in my dreams
Drive me insane, or drive me away
Whatever you want to do, you did it today
I must be someone for you to abuse
Or maybe someone to control or accuse...