The Arab

I am an Arab yet what does that mean?
An image construed deep in dream?
For many have written but seldom lived
The life of an Arab to be forsaken with

Is the Arab a “we” or an “I”?
A place indiscernible to the eye?
Is the Arab condemned to politic and war?
A doubting man never quite sure?

Enigmatic the Arab though he can be seen
A distant image, a lost dream
A man adrift, forever defined
By empty souls and careless minds

But a word?

Words are but empty vessels afloat at sea reaching for shore…

…illness searching for cure…

…body void of limb…

…at the mercy of the winds.