As we stare at the TV screen,
The lights go dark.
WAPA is at work again!
Our class and our professor have disappeared.
In the 7pm darkness, we cannot see,
But we hear each other’s frustration.
Generators kick in and lights turn on.
Now we can see clearly,
That we still have no signal.
We wonder what St. Thomas is learning,
As we stare at the frozen screen with muttered curses:
“Far site disconnected.”
Arige Shrouf, 2015
When the world was flat
So small and so vast
When you could fall off its edge
and plummet into the unknown.
When we thought we knew what truth was,
We knew our place in the world
We discovered truths and exploited them.
We were savages, mankind.
But something always changes
Now we know the Earth is round
So large and within reach
At its end, a universe
Waiting to be explored.
The only truth that matters is our own,
and our place in the world.
We preserve truths by using them.
Have we reformed, mankind?
For something occasionally changes
What of when the world is gone
How big will it be? How accessible?
When there is no end,
Only thoughts of what once was.
What truths will matter then,
When we have carved our place in the world.
We regret our actions for their consequences.
It is too late mankind!
Because nothing ever really changes,
Even though everything eventually does.
Arige Shrouf, 2013
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