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Karbala, April 6th 2003
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Karbala, April 6th 2003 |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
Karbala, April 6th 2003 Blood again moistens the soil of Karbala, We who remember wear the red stone; Akik, we call it, though it is likely agate. Ones of Karbala are held in high honour, They make family heirlooms of faith. No martyrs will be raised this time, Only pictures of warriors and children - Soldier is dishonest to all who hear it, Any violence is war, thus warrior Is honest. "Cut the children in two," he said, "And let their blood nourish the insects." Such barbarism are the people of this World capable of; It lives still in rape rooms. The birthplace of civilization degraded so, Hamurabi would wince at his descendants - A bad defense for an evil leader, one side, A righteous war for the wrong reasons, the Other, the winner, the pawns of the puppet, Himself son of a great puppeteer, Blood for oil. But Mothers, Fathers, Sons, Daughters, And now Husbands, and Wives, deal in salt tears. What recompense have they - a folded flag? There are those who will return without scar tissue, But they have scars - deeper than we watchers can Understand. They were cast aside before - now again? We got one back from the claws of torture - Death would have been a mercy had she remained, Sands ever thirsty were denied by lucky courage - But how many did we leave in Asian jungles To continue suffering? Nothing should shock us now - not in this day, A time when monks are slaughtered on the steps of Heaven. Cousins kill one another in the Land of the Prophets - What would Abraham - father - Say if he saw the current state of his progeny? A needle is blunt to a bug, so a hundred years Is sharp to time measured in millennia. But Karbala knows, as do those who remember, The edge of destruction can be pushed back. Perhaps now other people will wear the red stone, Remembering those that should not have died. -majnu -------------------------------------- Timid thoughts be not afraid. I am a Poet. [This message has been edited by majnu (04-09-2003 01:11 AM).] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
A needle is blunt to a bug, so a hundred years Is sharp to time measured in millennia. But Karbala knows, as do those who remember, The edge of destruction can be pushed back. Perhaps now other people will wear the red stone, Remembering those that should not have died. -------- You have said it so well... Regards, Sudhir |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The edge of destruction can be pushed back. Perhaps now other people will wear the red stone, Remembering those that should not have died. ~*~ Strong, honest, passionate lines... thank you, Zaheer, for sharing... all. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
But Mothers, Fathers, Sons, Daughters, And now Husbands, and Wives, deal in salt tears. What recompense have they - a folded flag? *******************************************  there is no such flagthank you, for the depth of this |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Extremely well done...yes, the cradle of civilization has been too well watered. ~wranx |
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waldopepper Member
since 2003-03-18
Posts 157Tennessee, USA |
Your passion soars in these powerful lines my friend. The strength of your honesty is eye opening and humbling. A most worthy and poetic commentary. |
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