Negligence

If we could make of negligence an arm
It would cause disaster
Pains and wounds
And lead us to despair and failure

No one can tolerate it
It is the ruin of all hopes
We want to keep away from it
When we see its doing
From our minds we have to chase it
Together we will succeed

Negligence is the worst flaw
It destroys castles
And devastates people
It is even merciless
Its preys are here to show
That it led their lives to wreck

Look again around you
You will notice
The huge number of victims
Many are those who fall down
Because no one supports them
And all memories are erased
Because no one recalls them

Like an illness, negligence
Kills, blinds and paralyses
Like fire stired up with hay
Or like floods devastating frontiers

The negligent should be penalized
Their judgment must be harsh
They stole, killed and destroyed
They are worse than guns and knives

Negligence appears at early hours
Like a threatening shadow
Quiet and with a firm step
It goes beyond boundaries
Quickly it reaches the fatal end

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ABOUT THE POET ~
My name is Ahcène Mariche. I was born on February 21, 1967 at Tala Toulmouts in the town of Tizi Rached east of Tizi Ouzou in Kabylia, Algeria., Born in a poor family but jealous of its cultural, and helped by heredity being that my maternal grandfather Ali n Said was a popular poet, I’m poet in kabyle language. But my works are available in different languages.


Last updated September 19, 2011