by Walid Saba
Cry,
And then cry some more
For every laugh you concocted,
For every fictitious smile,
You must shed a thousand tears
Your tears will bring you joy
They will cleanse you,
Wash out your sins
They will purify your soul
They will make you smile again
Weep,
For you have been born in sin
You are guilty,
For you have decided to exist
Stones and beasts don’t cry
But you do
And you must
Then get up
Smile, wander around
Sin some more, and
Try to earn the pleasure of having
Another sobbing festival
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Currently the Chief Information Officer of PRAGMATECH, Walid Saba received his PhD in Computer Science from Carleton University in 1999. He spent over 18 years in industry working at such places as the American Institutes for Research, AT&T Bell Labs, MetLife, Nortel Networks, IBM and Cognos, Inc. He also taught Computer Science at the University of Windsor, the New Jersey Institute of Technology (NJIT), the American University of Beirut, and the American University of Technology. Dr Saba has over 30 publications including an award winning paper that he presented at the 31st Annual German Conference on Artificial Intelligence.
Last updated July 06, 2015