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16/10/2025

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29/05/2025

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18/02/2025

This is a poem that expresses my frustration with the daily news. Humanity has taken a leave of absence as the world descends into a dark hole.
Cacophony
The mob’s carnival of ignorance roars—
a synapse-snapping static,
a fever-dream of headlines screaming lies into scripture.
They kneel before screens, chanting
the liturgy of walls, of borders, of us and rotting them.
I drown in their algorithm-birthed sea,
a dark tide of teeth and slogans,
while demagogues hoist torches
to burn what little light remains.
We are fossils here,
crushed under the boot-heel of their fairy tales for the frightened: patriot, pure, great again—
words as hollow as a billionaire’s tax return.
Their gods wear red ties and snarl through golden microphones,
vomit stupidity like a sacrament.
The meek? A carcass to pick clean.
Justice? A myth scrawled in the ash of an urn.
I carve my name into the cave wall—
Here lies the fool who still believed in oxygen.
The world outside is a fever I can’t sweat out:
each venture beyond my cocoon of silence
ends in a scream stifled by their carnival music.
So I retreat, a ghost in self-exile,
wishing I’d been born a stone, a wisp, a never—
anything but this raw nerve trapped
in the circus of the damned,
where truth is guillotined
and the clowns wear crowns.
Copyright Adnan Mohsen .sydney 18/2/25

27/10/2024

A Choice for the Nation

A leader’s worth, by virtue and deed,
Should place the nation’s needs before greed.
Yet here stands one, loud and brash,
Who proved unfit with a glaring flash—
Morally bound to self-advance,
Unmoved by truth, honor's dance

With age and charges piling high,
Surrounded by those on whom we’d not rely,
He stands exposed, his values bare,
For voters who, with thoughtful care,
Should weigh his flaws, his fractured soul,
Against the office he longs to control.

Adnan Mohsen

20/09/2024

20/09/2024

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A poem found in my poetry collection MY VOICE. It is the first poem in the book. The poem deals with the violent nature of humans and the need to replace it ...

11/09/2024

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08/09/2024

Here is my new Poem titled "the Homeless". If you like it please get a copy of my book "My Voice" available on Amazon, and share this poem with your friends

THE HOMELESS

In the posh downtown zones
Where skyscrapers kiss the sky,
The homeless sleep—because, well,
They have no better place to lie.

Under bridges, in tents, or old rusty automobiles,
Rolls Royces of the downtrodden poor.
A man’s home is his castle, after all.
But some castles aren’t by choice,
Without roofs, windows, or doors

They camp with dogs, their loyal friends,
Mattresses laid on pavement plains,
And shopping carts—a regal fleet—
Heaped to the brim with
This and that, but mainly that

Buenos Aires, LA, New York,
Capital cities, capitalist blight,
Where billionaires multiply like bunnies
(Too bad they don't share a bite).

Meanwhile, beggars with cardboard scrolls,
Hold signs, their royal decree:
“I have nothing to eat today.”
"Spare me a dollar, or three?"

And look! The homeless engineer,
Once building dreams from iron beams.
Yet he can't afford the rent.
Now builds a tent, his greatest feat.

copyright Adnan Mohsen 8/924

29/08/2024

I wrote this poem today. I am amazed how people can not empathise with the victims of the Gaza war. The degradation of occupation , genocide, aparthied and daily toll of murder and destruction. I urge all to raise their voice.

**Man, Who Are You?**

Man, who are you, tell me, do?
What are you made of, what’s your hue?
A puzzle within a maze so grand,
A riddle no one can understand.
A blend of bitter with the sweet,
Licorice of all sorts, complete.
Light and shadow intertwined,
In the depths of your mind confined.

Do demons dance in angel’s guise,
Tempting you with fleeting lies?
Power, wealth, and fame they show,
Craving a street with your name to grow.
Or a dark statue cold and bare,
In a city square, in disrepair.
Oblivious to death's silent call,
You wander and squander, losing it all,
On this tiny earth, so small,
In an infinite universe, with no width, length or height.

By now, we could have touched the Moon,
Built castles on Mars by noon,
Wandered among the stars at night,
Versed in truths so pure and bright.
Basking in learning's golden rays,
Philosophy and arts ablaze.

Yet listen to the daily news,
Tainted with war’s toxic fuse.
Bombs, jets, and threats, they loom,
Innocents dream within their tomb.
Sciences of killing rise,
Strategies, plots, and clever lies.
To steal others' dreams, we strive,
In this cruel race, we contrive.

While nature gasps in her final breath,
Floods and fires, her dance with death.
Hatred and discord, a growing vine,
Wars multiply, a dark design.
Man turns to stone, cold and grey,
Heartless, shameless, led astray.

Mountains of pride crumble and fall,
Into valleys of guilt, where shadows crawl.
Shields turn to swords, defense to spite,
Revenge consumes the once pure light.
Yesterday’s victims, now with might,
Become the executioners in the night.

Adnan 29 August 2024
Icmeler, Turkey

13/08/2024

The horrors of the Gaza geneocide is filling me with despair and black thoughts , seeing the world stand by in the sight of the most horrible genocide since the last Rawanda genocide .
I wrote this black poem out of real despair that I am along with many others are unable to do anything to help the women and children of Gaza.

Goodbye 13/8/24

Not contended with this world
Life is bitter and bored
A garden turned sodden with mould
No birds of song
Only wailing mothers slapping
their blackened face in utter grief
No taste no fun no joy
Hatred and revenge are the new rules
Theft, forgery, and fraud.

Land is stolen along with the rights of man
No dignity in submission or fear
No sparing the meek nor saving the poor
What happened to the just laws?
The order and peace from honesty, love, and truth
Of well organised human affairs
Beyond the killings and beyond the wars

Charlatans are controlling this sorry earth
There is no place for the good to shelter anymore
We are lost in a forest of ugly daily news
Hope is nothing but forgotten words
Struggled to be remembered by older folks

Woe to the remainder of my remaining years
Living in bitterness is neither healthy nor good
Years that could be filled with joy
Yet, yet, I dread that I shall sail
Into an endless sea of despair
Deep into a black watery grave!

12/07/2024

This is a video introducing my website globalpatriots.org along with my new book One Peaceful World.

03/07/2024

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From tomorrow Amazon marketing is promoting my book especially to my family and friends . The ebook is free to download from 4th to 8th July. The main reason is to make it easy to review. Please download your free copy and write an honest review to help spread the word. I wrote this book not for material gain or any other selfish motive, I toiled months researching, writing and editing only to spread a simple truth often overlooked or ignored.
Please read the book and learn this truth and spread the word for a better world.