Charbel M. Tadros

Author, Website Designer at Brandpluss, Personality Development Coach, CEO at Future Academy, Immediate Past President of the Sydney Autism Community Lions Club. Media Manager at Oz Arab Media. President of AIM Association

Poetry

Requiem for a Nation

Unfounded pride, the foundation for demise Misguided blame, the herald of the end Illusive greatness, the perpetual disguise Empty people, the poisonous blend An explosion that rocks a universe Could not even wake the slumbering sheep Honor and dignity in a glorious hearse A whole nation in deepest sleep A country full of hope and …

Lucifer’s Grief

Lucifer I won’t listen to you I was wrong In your realm I don’t belong Spare me the shame, let me go I take myself to the earth below God It doesn’t have to be like this You belong with me here Stay with me in this bliss Here I am, to you, near Lucifer …

Imaginary Memories

Some people crave to remember Their memories of a deceased member Some people pray to totally forget Memories of disastrous regret And yet there are others Who ignored the good advice Given by their brothers And it came at a terrible price However there are a few Who realized what was true And understood the …

Devil’s Pain

Hidden beyond time and space Vile one of demonic race Working in my mind since long Confusing all right and wrong Painful painless I can’t know Blinded by a demonic show Stabbed with every poisoned knife Not knowing what is real life A demon working in the veil Rendering life a treacherous fail Puncturing all …

I Dream

I dream of a world as one united Regardless how people are divided Regardless of faith, gender or race Regardless of each one’s case I dream of a world where everyone can be True to themselves and truly free True in expressing their deepest feelings True in all of their varied dealings I dream of …

Go F*** Yourself

Go f*** yourself, misguided sheep Following a shepherd even more asleep Promising you bountiful meadows Transforming your spouses into widows Go f*** yourself, mislead horse Driven by a rider on an endless course It may seem like a battle or even a race But in truth, it’s a grave disgrace Go f*** yourself, overused donkey …