The Making of a Country:

Pearl divers yesterday
Were too exhausted
Making the living of the day
While wealth spread among
Traders, businessmen and
The Royal Family

But on the contrary today
They work for ministries
No work is expected
Nor punctuality
Fixed earning guaranteed
Regardless of individual deeds

Yet; the cleaver only discovers
The path to the perfect pearl
As long as he doesn’t exceed
His preprogrammed, marathon speed
To compete with businessmen and
Please the Royal Family

Lazy life, more riches
Faked extravagancy
Only exposed the greed
In human mentalities
When each sold his ethics
In the land of opportunity

Dad; now I understand
Why you stopped long ago
Playing fake democracy
In this sick society
I’m sad that your message came
A bit too late to me

What I fought for all my life
Turned out to be
“Dust in The Wind”
I wish I knew then
What I know today-
The making of a country

12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Trina Flowers
    May 31, 2006 @ 01:01:00


    Great poem and so apropos!


  2. Hisham
    May 31, 2006 @ 10:14:00

    Dear Ruby,

    I have a hobby of creating clubs. Today’s club is exclusive for those who were once “politically delusioned”.
    Although it is an exclusive club, but I am expecting huge turn out, actually I can see a queue of potential applicants stretching all the way from Beirut to Kuwait.

    now this is a new meaning for “join the club” dear.


  3. Hanan
    May 31, 2006 @ 13:16:00

    Ayya. Pessimistic when the fight is still young? What happened to your orange spirit. There’s always hope as long as you believe in it. Don’t let some setbacks deter you :*


  4. Talisman
    May 31, 2006 @ 17:17:00

    oh its a fake democracy ? really ? are you sure? 3arab jarab


  5. Trina Flowers
    May 31, 2006 @ 20:07:00


    It’s actually a dictatorship disguised as a pseudo democracy in a failed attempt to appease the natives and allies.

    Why don’t you do some research and collect evidence of just what tyrants some of them really are (the information is out there if you are brave enough to collect it!).

    By the way, did you see Kuwaiti Femme’s dedication to you?


  6. ولاّدة
    May 31, 2006 @ 21:43:00


    مررت من هنا أبحث عن السكينة فقد أختل توازني وتملّكني الإعياء الذهني وتأنيب الضمير المستمر

    ووجدتكِ غارقة مثلي تماماً

    جبتك يا عبد المعين تعيني لقيتك يا عبد المعين تنعان

    أو أصبحنا أنا وأنتي بالكويتي
    عريان لافي على مفصخ


  7. آوتش
    Jun 01, 2006 @ 00:47:00

    اتصدقين يا رباب ( على فكرة ما اعرف ليش ينادونك رباب ) .. قبل أن ادخل عالم المدونات، وبالتحديد ساحة الصفاة .. كنت أعتقد إني الوحيد الذي يخاف على أرضه ووطنه ولا غرته إغراءات الدنيا الوسخة الزائلة .. ضننت أن أهل الحل والعقد تعقدوا من حل الوضع وساروا مع المغالين .. .. لم أكن اتصور أن هناك ناس مخلصين واعضين يقولون ما يؤمنون به ويؤمنون بما يقولون .. .. الحياة متناقضات كليل ونهار وغير ذلك من أمور .. وأنا على يقين أن مثلك لا يهوى ولا يسقط .. وأن مال قليلا أو وهن رجع إلى جادة الصواب سريعا واشتد عوده وقوى أكثر من السابق .. .. .. تذكري دائما أن هناك صدى لصوتك حين تتحدثين .. وهذا الصدى هم أصدقائك الذين ان تحدثوا كنت أنت واحدا من صداهم

    جميعنا معك


  8. الا نبيذي
    Jun 01, 2006 @ 02:03:00

    dear rabab

    here what is going to happen

    maybe later on you will find this poem as a hasty , reactive and very direct text ,and maybe you will torture your self with harsh and painful blame

    if that heppened , please dont do that … poem is a wild screem some time , not necessary to be a prophecy

    believe on this fact , poem is not a bout dealing with mature topic , some time its about the mutureness on dealing with a naive things .

    i loved your poem rabab and i’m sad that few poeple pay deep attention to your writings

    the bottom line is , rabab is not playing here , rabab writes a remarkable poems


  9. AyyA
    Jun 01, 2006 @ 15:11:00

    Thank you all for your warm support and sorry to take a long time to reply, I was crumbling in my shell; a thing that I usually do when I’m depressed.

    Thank you dear, I was with Ben yesterday and he explained to me your situation, and I’m sorry for what you had to go through and happy at the same time that you are following your case. Best of luck.

    Thanks dear for your support, my experience with election of this magnitude is just born today, and to be honest with you I’m not very happy about it so far.

    Hope is the only thing that is keeping me alive today. But I’m soooooo confused.

    I thought I told you before that you are not welcome?

    Like how my heart recognized you on our first meeting, I know that you feel exactly the way I feel. I hope it’s just a phase. I have never had such experience before and I’m scared. It’s a huge responsibility actually; it’s a burden.

    Rabab is my official name, but it does not matter; names mean nothing to me, so you can call me whatever you want. And you are right; what are friends for? Thanks sweetheart.

    Illah Nabeethi
    I feel like a feather in the wind; at one time I rise up to the sky, at others I feel smashed under feet, on the ground. Right now, I’ve never been any lower; yes; I’m seriously thinking of boycotting the elections. But that does not mean that I would stop fighting corruption. This is the oath that I took and this is what I’m going to keep. Let’s see how things go towards the final countdown.


  10. Flamingoliya
    Jun 01, 2006 @ 17:06:00

    Lovely poem Rabab. Thank you.


  11. Trina Flowers
    Jun 02, 2006 @ 07:39:00


    Thank you for your kind words. Ben told me about your meeting.

    My case as well as others are drawing lots of attention and continue to gain momentum in the “right places.”

    I wish I could tell more but not able to yet as it would jeopardize the future impact the “unveiling” will have.


  12. AyyA
    Jun 02, 2006 @ 09:43:00

    thanks sweetie

    keep it going 🙂


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