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Zine Hadjira Poem
As red as love
Since additives have been used in feelings
Globalization has changed a lot of things
Hate is green, love is red and tolerance has bled
A day for love, another for water, and a third for bread
Days are couloured but the world is black.
Stars are bright but, skies are dark.
Torture and sufferings are endless.
Diseases, wars, hunger and stress.
Our kids dream of joy and happiness
Too much talk but, little action is meaningless.
Copyright © Zine Hadjira | Year Posted 2013
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Zine Hadjira Poem
I am an Anti War Creature
War is no more
Like before
War is all that politicians adore
War is hate, blood and death we abhor
War is erasing earth’s core
War is closing life’s door
War kills innocence that you ignore
War is widening the gap between the four
The East, the West, the South and the North
War will just devour
Our entire civilization store
You, warriors, what do-you explore?
Your humanity and manhood I implore
You are throwing seas offshore
War murdered children then tore
Their parents under their eyes on the floor
Would you, please, tell me what’s the score?
Copyright © Zine Hadjira | Year Posted 2015
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Zine Hadjira Poem
Oh, my Dear Precious mum
You are the cause of my birth
You are the core of this earth
You are my dear, precious mother
In this world and the other
Oh my dear great mum
As young I didn’t realize
Your big love and its size
But now a mother myself
You are the soul of my life
Oh my dear little mum
My parents, my sisters and brother
Our memories altogether
As alive as books on a shelf
You cared for us more than yourself
Oh my dear lovely mum
Oh, my dear little mum
Your affection is an anthem
I still remember,
My Dear Precious Mother
Oh my dear wise mum
Whenever I had a fever
You always got hotter
And instead of being tired
You quickly get inspired
Oh my dear generous mum
You sang me beautiful lyrics
Then kissed me on the cheeks
Now like you, a grand mother
Emotions make me bother
Oh my dear marvellous mum
How many years, how many times
How many beautiful feelings and emotions
Have you live and experienced?
And to our love you are sentenced.
Oh my dear unique mum
But now so weak and so old
Alone with no one around
Grazing your souvenirs
With your sighs and your tears
Oh my dear miraculous mum
Your heart is all forgiveness
Your gestures are all tenderness
I beg your pardon now and then
Oh my dear wonderful mum
I love you as much as I can
To Allah is all my praise
For my years and my days
For my parents my best prize.
Oh my dear prodigious parents
Copyright © Zine Hadjira | Year Posted 2014
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Zine Hadjira Poem
I HAVE A DREAM
I wish I were a poet to write about man and the tree
I wish all people could see
That life is beautiful and happiness is free
I wish I could make all the children of the world happy
I wish all people could embrace honesty
I wish I could help the poor and the needy
I wish there were equality
I wish all peoples would enjoy liberty
I wish man would stop cruelty
I wish springs had not dried
I wish the gap were not so wide
I wish our planet could be greener
I wish all hearts were tender
I wish friends would be sincere
I wish drinking water would be clear
I wish we heard birds at dawn
I wish peace would be the earth’s crown
I wish parents could be more understanding
I wish children would be more obeying
I wish people knew money is a bad master
I wish they could respect each other
I wish I had power to stop wars
I wish my town were not so dirty
I wish my dreams became a reality
I we made an end to oppression and violence
I wish our kids were taught justice and tolerance
Copyright © Zine Hadjira | Year Posted 2012
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When I was a child
I dreamt of being old
I wanted to grow up
Because I was fed up
With those do(s) and don't(s)
I've grown up now
But I don't know how
These do(s) and don't(s)
Are still with me
Like my shadow in a hot summer
Like iron under a hammer
Now I wish I were a kid
So that I get rid
Of these do(s) and don't(s)
And play again with my mates
To forget all about my fights
All duties and no rights
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Copyright © Zine Hadjira | Year Posted 2013
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Zine Hadjira Poem
Oh, my Dear Precious mum
You are the cause of my birth
You are the core of this earth
You are my dear, precious mother
In this world and the other
Oh my dear great mum
As young I didn’t realize
Your big love and its size
But now a mother myself
You are the soul of my life
Oh my dear little mum
My parents, my sisters and brother
Our memories altogether
As alive as books on a shelf
You cared for us more than yourself
Oh my dear lovely mum
Oh, my dear little mum
Your affection is an anthem
I still remember,
My Dear Precious Mother
Oh my dear wise mum
Whenever I had a fever
You always got hotter
And instead of being tired
You quickly get inspired
Oh my dear generous mum
You sang me beautiful lyrics
Then kissed me on the cheeks
Now like you, a grand mother
Emotions make me bother
Oh my dear marvellous mum
How many years, how many times
How many beautiful feelings and emotions
Have you lived and experienced?
And to our love you are sentenced.
Oh my dear unique mum
But now so weak and so old
Alone with no one around
Grazing your souvenirs
With your sighs and your tears
Oh my dear miraculous mum
Your heart is all forgiveness
Your gestures are all tenderness
I beg your pardon now and then
Oh my dear wonderful mum
I love you as much as I can
To Allah is all my praise
For my years and my days
For my parents my best prize.
Oh my dear prodigious parents
Copyright © Zine Hadjira | Year Posted 2014
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