Open Poetry #40 |
God's Map |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The unmasked man, The one Who tanned the skin Of sand, Who yielded the lands To bring the temples Of peace for one last stand. If bullets were mayhem, Then this land of The Middle East Shreds the unknown And drinks with the bears Angry tone. The God that descended, Left the suns island To shape the countries Turquoise seas, And embellish those Wearing crowns Lampooning off the Suns familiar scowl. The land of “peace”, The land that sanctions Bullets for prayers. The domes mosque, Its prayers sunken in-between the paved streets. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
I read this a few times, before I could articulate the impact. Strong words you chose...the backdrop left me with an impression of a desolate wasteland. You wrote these feelings quite well, and I think them difficult to give voice to. |
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gmcooper Junior Member
since 2007-05-30
Posts 47 |
Metaphor is very interesting and brought about nicely. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
The land that crucified Jesus...James |
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