The Financial Crisis Poem by Wael Karameh

The world is upside down
Fear, anxiety and a lot of tears…
Who made this crush?
Who stole the cash?
Can anybody tell me who is responsible?

All the big guys are hungry
They don’t care if we, poor people, are angry
They eat our bodies, they kill our future…
They want more money, they pollute our nature…
How can we live in the rule of the harsh forest
The Survival is the chance of those people who are the strongest?
Is this the result of the ultimate freedom? Of the open market?
Of the fantastic science and technology?
To end up in a big mess, to enter the era of the world pathology?
Can anybody tell me who will intervene?
Who will save us, who will clarify the scene?
Some are saying a big war will be the new fashion
What a big lie to kill more people to fight recession! ! !

The Earth is our mother
We should not bother…
Everything good is still there…
We should always hope…
And know how to cope…
We should stop from being a slave to the machine
Stop the equation that one dropp of blood equals an oil drop
This is a shame for the human kind forever…
History will punish whoever is saying that
Whoever criminal trying to play the role of a clever…

The Earth is our mother
We should not bother…
We must go back to the land
We must work with our hand
Our grand-fathers told us this wisdom since long time
The village is our kingdom, our heaven, our real dignity
We should always believe our ancestors,
Respect the big truth that, we and the soil are simply one entity…

Wael Karameh
October 24,2008.