Best Middle East Poems

Tears from The East

Head chatterd with state law
No fair hearing because the law is 
deaf
Executioner groaning with sword
The hot sun ready to sip
Her blood oozes in the midst of 
innocency
Arrogant mob mocking her tears
Justice jugging in the jungle
She is
Killed for no just cause
Nature stood aloof
As...

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The volatile excerpt reads “The behead-
ings that were carried out by the Isla-
mic State of Iraq and Syria, the 
rage of hate is a control factor for
the power of the leader to be sup-
reme.  Is this the measure of mankind?
The rigor-mortis that lay before...

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You put him in a cage
That pilot you shot down
Pour gasoline on him
And set him ablaze

And the world is silent...

That seventeen year old girl
Writhes on that soiled bed
As you let all those other men
Rape her after you're done
She dies from the bleeding

And the world is...

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A Famous Einstein Quote: Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.
UPROAR IN THE MIDDLE EAST
In the Middle East they fight as control freaks.
Islamic State walking with their machetes.
In Iraq, al-Baghdadi is yellow teethed.
He is like an East African [g]o[d]...

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Job Description Board of the Middle East 

The Sniper - not Palestinian
The Bomber - not Palestinian
The Thief - not Palestinian
The Terrorist - not Palestinian
The Child Killer - not Palestinian
The Burner of Tents - not Palestinian
The Group that blows up Hospitals - not Palestinian
The Rapist -...

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As I watch the rows of houses become smaller and smaller
I say goodbye to the place of my birth.

I say goodbye to the familiar.
To the coffee shops, 
and the university where I was held captive for six years.
To the lake front, 
and to the home...

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Young men, 
Women and children,
Fleeting their land,
A war destroying their country,
An enemy they can’t seem to understand, 
“we are freeing you from your leader’s tyranny,
slaughtering you all is a war causality...”
On embers and ashes 
an empire of democracy shall be built,
Oh... The irony....

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Plow-land vulnerable for plunder,
Source of sins,
I am your victim; i am a pluries, Plunger,
What an onus!
Put on my soft shoulders,
They forced me to side with one of my offspring,
But I refused,
Who would stop the double B, Bush and Blair muster?
Partaking the cake and leaving the...

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Said the soldier to his wife at home,
do you see what I see?

Way up in the sky, my dear,
do you see what I see?

A rocket, a rocket, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite...
With a tail as big as a kite......

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Are the mother’s cries less bleak, 
In a language we don’t speak?
Why does the pain not translate?
When we speak of love but do in hate
    
Is it their freedom we are fighting for?
It seems to be a foot in the door
We make them pay for...

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Middle East Future 
I have not written anything today, why should I? The future 
in the Middle East is clear there will be a rapprochement
 between USA and Iran, naturally two countries are surprisingly 
alike both sublime and with a streak a tendency to violence....

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Wild fighting 
   and thousands made homeless 
                                or 
  ...

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BORN IN THE MIDDLE EAST
By Eddie Egbelo Ntebri

Alas thy has been born; from thy dark mother’s womb
To inhale the venomous air from thy bleeding ambiances
What a conclave; concealed by dusty decisions 
Dejection and pity shelters thy unpolished skin; 
Leaving thee with regrets of a propelling...

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even in the Middle East, beauty 


is. 



war and passion and sacrifices of life and love and passion and war.


dear reader, read this phrase twice and twice more
and I pray that rain never feels quite the same again.

feel this beautiful change, as the sun peaks...

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If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,

What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving down
And peeling back a tin can roof
Of a school bus
Loaded with 40 children,
Whose shoulders are all
Strapped
With blue and red back...

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