Chaos In The Middle East Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A. Yousef

In the land where deserts stretch,
Under the relentless sun,
Silhouettes of ancient cities rise,
Echoes of stories buried deep,
A tapestry woven with threads of sorrow.

Children play in dusty streets,
Their laughter pierced by distant thunder,
A world where hope flickers,
Like a candle's flame in the wind,
Fighting to stay alive, survive.

Families gather at crumbled walls,
Their smiles hide the weight of fear,
Is it a dream we share,
Or a curse that binds us?
Voices raised in a chorus of "Why? "

Conflict paints the skyline grey,
With colors of smoke and ash,
Brave hearts stand, fearless yet fragile,
What once was a river of peace
Now banks of anger overflow.

Tangled stories, lost in time,
Where borders shift like sands,
Traditions clash like swords,
Love cradled in arms of despair,
A cycle that spins, neverending.

Leaders speak, promises echo,
Yet shadows linger where light should be,
Words strong as mountains,
Yet as fragile as a whisper,
Too often, faith is a lost bird.

In the quiet moments, beneath the stars,
Dreamers dare to see a bridge,
A path carved not with guns, but with words,
Of friendship stronger than division,
A vision bright with possibility.

Through the fog of chaos, a glimmer appears,
Voices rise, some stand strong,
To twist the fabric of fate,
Mending each stitch,
Sewing together the tears of the past.

Youth with fire in their eyes,
Rising up, together they say,
"We will build tomorrow anew,
For the children, the old, the cries in the night,
For something better, for a home that is free."

In the heart of the storm, hope lays its roots,
Deep in the ground, where life fights to bloom,
For amid the chaos, beneath every wound,
Beats the heart of a people,
Longing for peace, craving freedom.

So let the world listen,
To the tales that must be told,
Of love despite the chaos,
Of unity found in the strife,
In the middle of the East, we rise.