by Nada Amine Awar
Energy falls down
It fills the town
It becomes matter
One kind and another
Some of us are aware
Others don’t care
We are flesh and bones
We are matter like stones
Some of us are kings
And queens wearing their rings
To upset a circle
Electromagnet marvel
They imprison and kill
They steal your skill
Spiritual beings we are indeed
In human bodies we never need
To disturb the chime
The electromagnet rhyme
A great leader with a generous soul
Will fly up high and will never fall
With full energy wings
Circuits spread springs
Everlasting trip
Sail it your ship
From:
An original poem in English by Nada Amine Awar
Copyright ©:
Nada Amine Awar
Last updated May 22, 2015