SHE IS A SCAMMER

She is a liar, She is a liar, 

She is a big lair, 

She is a big big lair... 

Pretending to be happy, 

Like everything is as she desired, 

But if you can open her up, 

You will see burning inside her despair's pyre, 

She is a lair, she is a lair.... 

Always keeps a smile on her face, 

But observe for some time and you can trace, 

From the clinching of the teeth, 

In her soul there is suppressed a ball of fire, 

She is a lair, she is a lair.... 

Moving effortlessly through the days, 

Like she never gets tired, 

But if you can read her mind, 

All the time she keeps on thinking of time to retire, 

She is a lair, she is a lair.... 

Walks there on the way, 

Looks at the things and shows no interest, 

Like she needs nothing, 

But in her heart she has a thousand desire, 

She is a lair, she is a lair.... 

So don't you believe what you see, 

She is not what she seems to be, 

She is just pretending to you and me, 

Everything is fair and nothing she aspires, 

She is a lair, she is a lair....

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara

The Humanitarian Poet

Medicine For Healing

I see you looking at your children,

Wondering what their lives will be.

If you verify some answers

Then their future you might see.

Have you taught them to be truthful?

Have you taught them to be kind?

Have you given them the wisdom

Needed to be color blind?

Have you taught them to be caring

For those differently abled people some way?

Do you read to them at bedtime?

Have you taught them how to pray?

Have you taken time to tell them

What a miracle life is?

How to be aware of nature,

Share the beauty that it gives?

Have you taught them how important

It is to have respect for one another?

To be grateful, not be prideful

When good fortune you discover?

Do you let them know you love them

In a way that leaves no doubt,

So they know that is one thing

That they will never be without?

We like to think we've done our best.

Sometimes that's very true.

Can you say 'yes' to all my questions?

I will leave that up to you.

I hope your answer is affirmative,

For then I know that you will see

A future filled with happiness

Like it's supposed to be.

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara

The Humanitarian Poet

Don't Judge Me Wrong

Take time to know me, 

And you will see

That I am nothing like what 

You have heard spoken of me.

Give me a chance and 

I will prove to you

That although I am not perfect, 

I have a heart that is pure and true

Take time to know me; 

Just give it a try.

You will see that we are not 

That much different, you and I.

I make mistakes, don't you?

But if you judge me by mine, expect that you will be 

Judged by yours too.

Take time to know me, 

You have nothing to fear.

Unless you wish to hang on to What you have been told by your peers.

Just for a minute put yourself in my shoes.

How would you feel if someone Was going by the rumors 

They have heard about you?

Take time to know me; 

What have you got to lose,

Besides the so called friends 

Who have got you confused?

I am not asking you to 

Choose between me and them,

And if they really care about you, They will always be your friends.

Take time to know me is all I ask,

No great feat or extraordinary task.

Then if you don't like me, 

It will be because of what you Have seen and heard for yourself

And not because of what you Have been told by someone else.

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 

The Humanitarian Poet

Why Joke At Being Real?

She blew into my life 

Like a sweet summer breeze,

Stole my heart in  instant, 

Made me weak in the knees...

She seemed so sincere 

When she'd look in my eyes

And say the things i've waited 

To hear my whole life.

I thought she was different... 

I thought she was real.

I never thought i could feel 

the way she made me feel.

I just don't understand why 

She wasted the time

When there was nothing 

To gain on her end or mine.

It was perfectly senseless...

Not one reason why.

She would just disappear 

Without saying goodbye.

She had me floating on air, 

then let me crash to the ground.

It's too much to wrap my mind around.

Why joke at being real? 

No one wins in the end.

Someone always gets hurt 

When the other pretends.

Why say all those things 

When you don't mean a word?

It's mean and it's cruel

It's completely absurd.

Now i'm left here to wonder 

What could've gone wrong,

Why just stopped calling,

Why she strung me along?

My thoughts, they consume me, Like a crop consumes rain.

Another sleepless night just Might driven me insane.

I toss and turn over again.

I can't help but feel like 

I've lost my best friend.

But a friend would be honest, Wouldn't play with your heart.

A friend wouldn't lie to you 

Right from the start.

A friend would still be 

There come tomorrow

A friend would comfort, 

Not cause you sorrow.

I wonder 

if...whatever her reasons may be 

That surely she knew 

Her actions would hurt me?

And i wonder if from time to time

The thought of me might cross her mind?

Does she think my "angel" eyes 

Filled with tears because she lied?

Does my memory haunt her in  sleep?

For her it's probably not that deep.

I truly wish her all the best,

Hope she's okay and happiness...

Finds everything she's looking for...

Good health, true love and so much more.

I miss her, and it breaks my heart, 

That it had to end 

before it got to start.

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara

The Humanitarian Poet

WHO I’LL BE TOMORROW

If what I am, 

And what I do, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

If what I say, 

And what I don’t, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

If what I think, 

With heartfelt wisdom, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

If what I see, 

And what I feel, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

If what I speak, 

Be it right or wrong, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

If I am ugly, 

To those I love, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

If I could dare, 

To hide a sin, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

If I only take, 

And never give, 

Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow, 

I’ll have to stop and look at 

Who I want to be tomorrow!

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara

The Humanitarian Poet

COUPLET-19

Two metres apart

 Is where we start 

Then self-isolate 

Before it’s too late 

Wash your hands 

Else virus expands 

Using PPE 

Helps safety 

Society shut 

We all stay put 

Food shops empty 

Used to be plenty 

No supermarket trawl 

Just Internet haul 

But what of the old 

Whose lives now unfold 

There’s no face-to-face 

Nor virtual place 

We laugh, we sing, we joke 

Keeps spirits up for us folk 

Videos to see 

WhatsApp glee 

Woman’s sneeze 

Toddler flees 

Toilet roll 

Not cash he stole 

Human environmental attack 

Pandemic weapon – nature fights back

World at war 

Like never before 

So many go that extra mile 

Never happened for such a long while Good things can come out of so much pain Self-centred actions we all must refrain Once over it’s time to rethink 

As humanity steps back from the brink Wake up call 

For us all

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara

The Humanitarian Poet

LETTER TO HENRY DUNANT: PART 1 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERO)

Dear Henry Dunant, I am writing this letter to you to wish you the happiest birthday on this prudent day. Indeed, your born day has always been cherished and remembered by almost everyone in the world, but I have never written a letter to you, or even wish you a happy birthday. So you might wonder why I chose to wish you this time around and not humanity first as usual. Well, I shall explain it to you very soon. But for now, I don’t know if the Angels would allow you to read this letter or read it for you just like the way I don’t know if you would respond to this important letter of mine or not.

Let me just explain the reason why I decided to write you this letter. For the first time, since i joined the Movement, 8th May has almost escaped my mind as if nothing had happened on this humanitarian day. This day reminds us of how idealist and futuristic soul you were on the surface of earth. But guess what, social media is my savior as it is the most powerful means ever for dissemination and socialization. So, I saw What’sApp’s statuses painted all over my contacts with Red Cross, Red Crescent emblems and your favourite photos. Then, I quickly check on the calendar to determine what I wished it to be, only to realize that it's May 8 again!

You had a vision to create a world where conflicts and violence would only be read as history. I can vividly recall the year you waved a goodbye to us, there were only 57 National Societies formed. Today, we have drastically and devotedly grown up to be crowned as the world's largest humanitarian network with more 190 established National Societies. I want to inform you that the society you have formed has touched every pure soul and mind, winning the heart of mankind. We are ever ready to put your dreams into reality by making sure there is an independent relief society in EVERY corner of the earth who would see nothing but to always put humanity first before anything.

How I wish you were here with us, to celebrate your day in the most honorable and magnificent manner, to paint the whole world with Red Cross and Red Crescent, so they would know that a genuine hero was born on this day. I want to tell you that our modern world would not have been a better place to live without the services of this noble Movement. Have you remembered what you told me when I asked how you were able to convince the Commander of Prussian Kingdom to release Paris? Well, this was your answer “I treated them like gentlemen and they treated me like a citizen of prudent”. I brought this to you attention to let you know that we are still using your Humanitarian Diplomacy skills in our operations.

As I don’t want to bore you with a lengthy letter, I would love to end it at this whilst expecting for your response as soon as you received this letter.

Yours friend in the services of mankind,

Marabi Amfaal Hydara

The Humanitarian Poet