That greedy glint
in the eye of the fooled
the eye of the lost
my heart left in the home of the tricked
what does it take for them to wake up?
to stop selling their fortunes
for the land of milk and honey
the land where the streets are paved in gold
the lies told to lure them
what will it take before the tales of fools
are replaced with the folklore of the ancient?
the contentment of the indigenous?
what will it take for the
mad hatter to end his greedy voyages
into the hearts of the innocent?
I am ravaged like the forests of the amazon!
ravaged like the tombs of Egypt!
and where do the tombs rest now?
in the land of the greedy, the violent
in the land of the weeping
I am the ravaged exile!
the ravaged land of the tricked
and the ravaged heart
of the fool!
Jay Mora-Shihadeh was born in the greater metropolitan area of Philadelphia, Pa. He attended The University of the Arts, in Philadelphia, Pa. receiving a B.F.A. in painting and drawing. My background is primarily Fine Arts, with a concentration in Painting and Drawing, and for what’s it’s worth, obtained a certificate in Art Therapy. Late in life I began to write poetry. I experienced a unique feeling that some entity took over my body and mind, and words (verse) kept hounding me. I had this same phenomena occur as a young child. At the time, I didn’t pay much attention to what was happening in my thoughts. Words didn’t come easy to me. I related to, and considered myself a visual person, it was my comfort zone. I had journaled for many years prior and through this process, it evolved into writing poetry. One day I decided to obey the internal prompts I was getting and let it flow. What did I have to lose anyhow? It felt right. It felt natural.