Gaza’s tragedy is a shame on the face of the international community in general and Islamic countries in particular. All human rights and international law principles are violated in the impoverished strip.
Muslims all over the world are eagerly waiting for the response of UN and EU and Islamic countries and particularly interested in knowing how different government will tackle this crisis.
Hassan, Iran

Commentaire par Hassan — 28 décembre 2008 @ 2:51

NASRALLAH’S HEZBULLAH

“Why the war? Leave small details to a future Plutarch; this is another round of battle for Palestine. Supported and supplied by their captive empire, the US, the Jews had all the weapons, all the ammunition, all the diplomatic support, when hubris-drunk they drove into disarmed and starved Gaza to kill off its last resisters and impose the Yoke of Zion. Their invasion was prepared by a yearlong siege and incessant shelling; they were cock-sure they can devour Gaza at will. And indeed, all kept mum: the Egyptians traded the glory of the Ramadan war for greenbacks, sons of Hejaz and Nejd were too busy serving at the oil pump, and the princes of the Gulf cared but for their falcons. The Jews felt secure as they stooped to kill off Gaza: who will disturb the lion of Judah roaring at his prey? And a tiny force from the Mount Lebanon said: we will. They attacked the all-powerful Jews; thus the hobbit pierced the sinew of Nazgul when he stooped to kill. The Israeli army roused from his prey turned north and lashed with all its might at the Hezbullah fighters. But they stood fast.” [2]

1.

And yesterday, on August third, I heard –

That Israeli planes are dropping from the air leaflets over Beirut

Urging its population to evacuate immediately,

For the city will soon be razed from the surface of the earth.

The teacher said:

“Hezbullah’s deeds deserve to be immortalised by poets”.

I say, the poet must need, have a deed to be needed, or kneaded –

Like the dough of good fresh bread whose sweet smell rises

In the air all over Senegal before the dawn appears light crimson

Once more above the blackness of the night –

You are that prayed for deed, and need, that precedes The Twelfth Imam’s

Glorious and luminous appearance upon the terror of this firma –

Cries of my children now dying in Lebanon,

The wailing of my mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers in Lebanon,

The destitution from destruction and unrighteous slaughter

Of innocent multitudes now in Lebanon,

And this was your measure of measured measurement Israel?

I saw the horrid pictorial sequence of your obvious intention,

Your objective – to amputate the feet of an entire living nation,

To cut out its heart and soul – an ethnic and ethic cleansing that came,

Just after the announcement was made to leave before the bombing began,

And as they obeyed, you bombed everything until there was nothing left to leave.

The finest stitch of hypocritical dress, you are still a mess Israel,

You are still the same wicked harlot you were when my brother Ezekiel

Wrote you his prophetic poem, his song of blood, sweat, and tears,

The vivacious and vicious need of your historical and masochistic yearning

To desperately burn in the depths of karmic hell, a measured swelling,

Your insatiable greed of world domination; in the meantime –

All nations of the world are presently invited to attend the present

“Mono-Jewish Cultural Festival” held on land and in the skies over Lebanon.

IT IS NOW RAINING MOLTEN FIRE IN THE SKIES OF LEBANON,

IT IS NOW RAINING MOLTON FIRE ON THE LAND OF LEBANON,

IT IS NOW RAINING MOLTON FIRE ON THE INNOCENT OF LEBANON,

IT IS NOW RAINING MOLTEN FIRE ON THE FLESH OF LEBANON,

2.

AND NOW A NONABEL LEBANON IS PRESENTLY UNDER HISTORICAL SEIGE OF THE WRATH AND JEALOUSLY OF CAIN, AS HE SLAYS HIS BROTHER OVER AND OVER AGAIN. AND NOW YOU WANT TO CRY ANTI-SEMITE AS THE REST OF THE WORLD POINTS YOU OUT ISRAEL. YOUR HOLLOWEEN FALSE FACE OF TYRANICAL MASK FINALLY REMOVED AND WHO SHALL NOT RECOGNIZE YOUR MARK BROTHER CAIN, WHILE YOU CALL DOWN BLOOD FROM THE SUN? YOUR COLORFUL BRILLIANT PLUMAGE, A MULTITUDE OF HYPOCRITICAL PROMISES AND ATROCIOUS LIES –

I will don the Holy prophetic dress of sackcloth and ashes,

I will walk the streets of the nations as a living breathing witness and sign,

I will beg the Lord of the Worlds to chastise you,

I will cry a haunting cry to awake the sleeping of the population,

I will call upon ALL the righteous of the world to undress you,

You, a nation born in a single day,

You, the victim have now become the victimiser,

You, the oppressed have now become the oppressor,

You, who claimed six million innocent unjustly slain and exterminated –

Now YOU exterminate sixty million more????!!!!

Zeina Karam of the associated press reports:

“BEIRUT, Lebanon (Aug. 9) – Ali Rmeity lies broken and bandaged on a hospital bed, wincing in pain. Three of his children and his parents are dead — but he doesn’t know all that yet. Doctors fear telling the 45-year-old now would be a bigger blow than he can sustain. Rmeity was at home with his wife and four children shortly after nightfall Monday when Israeli missiles slammed into their apartment building in the predominantly Shiite southern Beirut suburb of Chiah.

At least 41 people were killed – including 15 from Rmeity’s family – making it the deadliest single strike of the four-week-old Israeli offensive in Lebanon. Workers continued to retrieve bodies from under the slabs of concrete Wednesday.”The hospital’s owner, Dr. Nazih Gharious, said it was too early to tell Rmeity of his loss, which might prove to be too much of a shock. Rmeity’s brother-in-law, Ibrahim Jomaa, repeatedly warned visitors not to slip and tell Rmeity that his children were killed.

“If he finds out he will surely die,” he said.

“I had been feeling tired, so I went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Five minutes later the bombs fell and I found myself crying for help under the rubble,” Rmeity said Tuesday. “My wife, who was on the balcony, was thrown in the air. They found her somewhere, I don’t know where”

…In total, 15 of Rmeity’s relatives were killed, according to hospital officials and relatives. Ali so far had only been told that his mother had died.”

3.

When it rains death from the heavens,

Where does one go, where does one hide?

As you deliberately target innocent victims,

Your insatiable and barbaric appetite for revenge,

You cannot defeat them from the land,

So you hunt, bomb, and kill them like dogs from the sky,

It doesn’t matter who, anyone will do – YOU,

A terrorist state supported by Little Boy George and Crew,

You are now the New Aryan Race – and from your

American Co-Murderers, as Azmi Bishara, rightly informs:

“Comes the laser, micro-optics, microelectronics,

And high tech aerodynamics allowing for precision flying,

Hairline fine guidance, dead-on targeting and surgical destruction.” [3]

You are the New and Improved Freddy Krueger now piloting F16 jets,

Technolo-fied, multiplied, and amplified in Surround-Sound 3D,

A resurrected and rabid Frederick Nietzsche foaming at the mouth,

Streaking across the skies faster than the speed of sound,

Soaring – Beyond Good and Evil – you think,

An arrogant immoral creeping shrieking Frankenstein horror movie

Stalking the crust of the earth,

An insane army of Jeffrey Dahmer pedophiles feeding upon the flesh

Bone and blood of the innocent little children you shoot down from above.

THIS IS A KATYUSHA REVOLUTIONARY GUERILLA KING KONG GODZILLA POEM – CALLING INTO EXISTENCE A BURNING SEARING CLEANSING FLAME TO GO BEFORE NASRALLAH’S HEZBULLAH, TO BURN THE LAND, AIR, AND SEA, ON BEHALF OF ALL THE WAR CRIMES YOU HAVE COMMITTED ISRAEL –

THIS IS A WARRIOR POEM FOR ALL THOSE UNAFRAID TO FIGHT,

FOR ALL THOSE WHO DO NOT FEAR THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE LIGHT,

THIS IS A POEM OF WAR ON BEHALF OF THE POOR, THE DISTRESSED,

THE DISPOSSESSED, AND THE OPPRESSED OF THE WORLD WHO DO NOT FEAR TO GIVE THEIR LIVES FOR WHAT IS RIGHT –

THIS IS A NEEDING SCREAMING RINGING BLEEDING POEM:

For all the little babies and children you have murdered,

For all the little babies and children you have left faceless,

For all the little babies and children you have left headless,

For all the little babies and children you have crippled for life,

For all the mothers and fathers you have left homeless and hopeless,

For all the husbands and wives you have left emotionally castrated

For all the families you have completely destroyed,

THIS IS A MULTICOLORED MANY FLOWERED POEM –

A RADIANT FRAGRANT LOVE SONG

ON BEHALF OF NASRALLAH’S HEZBULLAH:

RISE UP YOU FEARLESS ONES AND REMEMBER – THE SAHABA

WERE ALSO OUT NUMBERED, ILL-EQUIPPED, AND CHALLENGED

TO THEIR FAITH AS YOU FEW, ONLY LATER TO BE ASKED BY THE ENEMY,

“WHO WERE THE MEN IN WHITE FIGHTING WITH YOU?”

4.

Rise up! Oh Noble Warriors and remove the yoke of Zion!

Rise up! Oh Courageous Warriors and break the yoke of Zion!

Rise up! Oh Fearless Warriors and throw off the yoke of Zion!

Oh Glorious Sons of Ali, alaihi salaam, the Power of God is with you!

Oh Glorious Sons of Ali, alaihi salaam, the Glory of God is with you!

Oh Glorious Sons of Ali, alaihi salaam, the Truth of God is with you!

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Qana,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Qubya,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Qasba,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Beit Hanoun,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Bint Jbeil,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Jabalya,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Jenin,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Al-Shajalya,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Al-Bureij,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Nablus,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Nahalin,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED in Lebanon,

Remember the innocent MASSACRED all over Palestine,

The Ahl’al-Bait and all the Imams of the past, present, and future, support you! [4]

THIS POEM IS FOR THE GLORY OF NASRALLAH’S HEZBULLAH, A HOLY DHRIKRULLAH AND SACRED CHANT PROCLAIMED, [5]

For all the Red Cross and supply trucks you have annihilated,

For all the doctors, nurses, and workers you have obliterated,

For all the people’s homes and automobiles you have disintegrated,

For all the schools and schoolteachers you have pulverized to ash and dust,

For all the hundreds of fleeing refugees you blew away from the face of the earth,

As they peacefully fled their homes and cities to escape your hate –

A NOT TOO LATE ANSWER TO YOUR SECULAR YET SPECTACULAR

DENIED PROTOCOLS OF ZION –

I WISH FOR YOU ONLY WHAT YOU HAVE WISHED FOR OTHERS ISRAEL.

INSHALLAH HEZBULLAH’S NASRALLAH

SHALL BECOME AN INTERNATIONAL DHIKRULLAH

HEARD ACROSS THE ENTIRE WORLD AND WITHIN YOUR VERY BORDERS SHALL ENTER A STRONG VIOLENT BLAST OF RIGHTEOUS RETRIBUTION FROM THE LORD OF THE HOLY KABA THAT SHALL BURN YOUR VEHEMENT EVIL FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH AND JERUSALEM SHALL ONCE AGAIN BECOME THE HOLY CITY IT ONCE WAS BEFORE YOU ARRIVED –

A NINETEEN FORTY-EIGHT SELF IMPOSED – JOHNNY COME LATELY,

WANNA-BE NATION OF SUPPORTED CRULETY AND RACIAL TYRANNY.

Epilogue

Oh my beloved Sheikh Hassan, we say to you, As Salaam Alaykum.

We love and honor you and all the great brave Mujahideen who follow you,

Remember – YOU are the Noble and Illustrious Sons of Ali, alaihi salaam,

And remember –

There is no power less than the Power of God,

That can withstand the Power of God –

“Verily, We have given you (O Muhammad) a manifest victory.

That Allah may forgive you your sins of the past and the future,

And complete His Favour on you, and guide you on the Straight Path,

And that Allah may help you with strong help,

He it is Who sent down As-Sakinah (calmness and tranquillity) into the hearts

Of the believers, that they may grow more in Faith along with their (present) Faith.

And to Allah belong the hosts of the heavens and the earth, and Allah is Ever-Knower, All-Wise.” [6]

SIAM

An excerpt taken from Rain of Grace, New & Selected Poems by SIAM
http://www.rainofgrace.com

In Jerusalem
(A poem of Firasah Love and call to ALL the righteous of the world, on behalf of ALL my brothers and sisters now dispossessed, dying, and suffering in Palestine; and on behalf of the memory and honor of the great heroic writer and academic who spent his life struggling for the Palestinian cause – Edward Said, Nov 1, 1935 – Sept 25, 2003)

1.
i will die in Jerusalem on a day,
neither cold nor hot,
a day told of, long, long ago,
before the Ark of Noah, Alaihi-Salam,
was built to float, and rest upon the top of Mount Judi
the place of my birth is also the place of my death,
the origin is always in the end; ask Jesus, Alaihi-Salam,
or our Holy Prophet Muhammad, Sall’Allahu Alaihi was Salam,
their lives can tell you more of this than i,
but our ending is always in our beginning,
and our beginning is always in our end;
all things begin and all things must end – in Jerusalem.
i will die in the streets of Jerusalem,
on a day of joy amidst weeping,
wailing, and great lamentation,
A MANIFESTATION of
an aftermath to mad, but loving,
and yet, joyous, poetical prophesying,
though IAM no Prophet Alaihi-Salam, just another poet,
walking in the footsteps of the Prophets Alaihi-Salam,
who all went completely mad on behalf of the establishment
of righteousness in the midst of unrighteousness, and
justice in the midst of injustice;
you and my brothers will see –
because this earth and all flesh shall see it together,
yet, IAM but ONE of TWO,
that shall dance their MAD dance in the streets of
Jerusalem together,
on behalf of the
same ONENESS,
the ONENESS
of their brothers’ suffering,
the ONENESS of their brothers’ needs –
all my brothers in the great land of Palestine,
all my brothers and sisters who are dying in the great land of Palestine,
all my brothers who need me and you in the great land of Palestine,
all my brothers and sisters waiting on you and me, in the great land of Palestine;
my brothers near the Gaza Strip,
my brothers in Shiloh, Suba, Kakun, Jafa, and Akka,
my brothers who had thirty-two of their houses destroyed by bulldozers in the Rafa Refugee camp,
my brothers who are forced to walk a thin green line that leads to extermination, nullification, and more death,
all my brothers struggling to survive all over the Western Bank,
all my brothers in Jericho and Bethlehem,
all my brothers incarcerated in ghettos, jails, and prisons,
all my brothers who are being tortured daily,
my brothers who are being missiled in their sleep,
my brothers who are being bombed in their awake,
my brothers who are being machine-gunned down,
my brothers who are being run out of town,
all my brothers toward whom the Israelis act demon possessed – and do not care for or caress,
all my brothers who one day have a place to live – and the next day are dispossessed,
all my brothers who have lost their wives and their children,
all my brothers who have lost their arms and their legs,
my brothers who have been blinded,
my brothers who have been castrated,
my brothers who have been beheaded,
my brothers who are flame torched and maimed,
all my brothers who have been denied and disclaimed,
all my brothers who have lost their homes and their beds,
all my brothers who are beaten, shot in the back – in the head, and often left alone for dead,
all my brothers who are being made to fear and quake – all because of an unjust Israeli State.
II.
my wondrous and marvelous friend –
Reality Call from NEW Berlin writes to me and reveals,
that you have been Gangrened of Jewish Settlements –
the body of your nucleus cut off and discarded forever,
entire families with the young, elderly, and invalid,
literally burned and buried alive beneath the weight of overturned rubble
in brick and mortar – crying, hurting, needing, bleeding, dying,
an atrocity multiplied to the trillionth monstrosity,
a scientific equation of devastation that even Albert Einstein
or Dr. Frankenstein could not, and would not speculate to calculate,
an existential hypothesis of Salvador Dalied proportional distortion,
of politicalized exterminational surrealism in 3-D’d amplification application,
of alien domination, an abomination of horrified occupation,
where hundreds of your villages have been knocked completely off the face of the earth,
to be replaced by a distorted Jewish face and race of immanent domain and foul disgrace,
a policy of imperialistic expansion of manifest destiny without any right
of justice or equality for Your People’s Spirit, wrapped in sacred fragility of flesh, bone, and blood,
your dwellings taken away in a single day or blown away in a solitary night of catastrophic fright –
cities like Nahlal arising in the place Mahlul,
Kibbutz Gvat arising in the place Jibta,
Kibbutz Sarid arising in the place of Huneifis,
and Kefar Yehushu’a arising in the place of Tal al-Shuman

CITIES AND AREAS WHERE CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL WARFARE IS
IMPLIED,
SUPPLIED,
APPLIED,
AND CAN NOT BE DENIED – LIKE,
nerve gas used on demonstrators in Gaza,
and water poisoning of those at the siege of Acre.
III.
but it was you my brothers, who laid foundation, and built and beautified the original land;
you are the heart and soul of the land and without you,
the great land of Palestine has no heart and has no soul;
because you are the salt of this land and you are it’s gold.

Shamir, my beloved Ustad, teaches me,
that in your veins run the blood of ancient Aegean warriors,
and that it was you who fought bravely on the plains of Karameh,
that you are the poetry of Mahmud Darwish, the wisdom of Edward Said,
and my Ustad says, there would be no Bible if there were no you,
no Star of Ghassul, or Castles of Monfort, and Belvoir too,
no Mount Carmel Monastery, no churches of the Holy Sepulchre and Nativity,
no temples of Jerusalem and Mount Gerizim by necessity,
no harbors of Ceasarea Philippi, no Mosques of Haram As-Sharif,
and no Judas to become the biblical thief,
and no disciple of Jesus, Alaihi ‘Salam, to wash his feet.
you are the perfection of Palestine’s wondrous Olive Oil,
the first disciples who helped Jesus, Alaihi ‘Salam, deliver his sermon on the Mount,
the great warriors, who defeated Napoleon Bonaparte,
and without you, the palaces of Jericho and Samaria today would not be art.
yes, it was you my brothers who built and beautified the land,
and now the world must come to help you make and take a stand,
an Intifada call, an Intifada wall of resistance, a greater Intifada resurrection,
of persistence – merciful, peaceful, and sincere assistance on behalf of every Palestinian woman,
boy, girl, and man – and we can, if we will but recognize as an entire WORLD view,
what is right, what is tight, what is just, and what is true,
but you can forget about the support of most evangelical Christians,
because they act as though they’ve never heard of you, let alone – loving you?!
IV.
mine is an end time, apocalyptic call – to brothers who love righteousness ALL –
over Palestine, Africa, and Holy Mecca – in Medina, London, and France – in Belgium, in India, Canada,
and in the Americas North and South;
my Rastafarian brothers who love righteousness in The West Indies,
my brothers who love righteousness in Saint Martin, Saint Croix, and Martinique,
my brothers who love righteousness in Barbados and Spain,
my brothers who love righteousness in Scotland, Great Britain, and the South of Wales,
all my brothers who love righteousness in the North – in Russia, Poland, and Afghanistan,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Iran, Syria, Libya, Egypt, Turkey, and Karbala,
all brothers who love righteousness in Sultan Bahu’s Pakistan,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Saint Jilan’s once, emerald City of Baghdad,
my brothers who love righteousness throughout the entire Sudan,
my brothers who love righteousness in The South – called Malaysia, Thailand, and Vietnam,
my brothers who love righteousness in communist China and Japan,
my brothers who love righteousness in Saint Touba’s Holy land,
all my brothers who love righteousness in The Gambia and in Senegal,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Nigeria, and Shaka Zulu’s Swaziland,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Switzerland and in the Mountains of Tibet,
all my brothers who love righteousness here, throughout the rest of the EARTH, and
THIS ENTIRE MULTIVERSE!
my brothers throughout the world, who hate injustice and unrighteousness in the great land of Palestine,
will all flank my perimeters,
whose base is wide,
whose height is infinite,
whose CapStone is –
MOST RIGHT GLORY-JUST!
but it will be too late,
because no appointment or date,
had been made or set,
to say good-byes before i left.
the station and estate will have changed by then,
and i will be flying further east,
apart from them, never, ever to return…
but i was there when they most needed me,
wrapped in purple, green, and gold mantles, of faith, and sincerity,
and yet i dreamed of no foreboding Martyrdom,
and i did not beat the drums of Lebanon,
or drink water at Aynou Rahmati’s Well of Mercy,
where Simba lives, and Mammadou gives, a children’s song unselfishly,
where the Angel’s visit i did receive, in wonder, awe, and sanctity,
or Saint Jilan adopting me as his beloved son out of graciousness and courtesy,
or Saint Touba’s self made shoes, i did with haste and not misuse –
hold, lick, and taste, in the Majestic House of Darr-ul-Quddus,
or at Serigne Saliou’s feet, a gift to me – i did advance – the miraculous mystic alchemedic sub-stance,
or smiled at, laughed with, and Ziarra’ed – by Serigne Afia when he called me M’Backe
and made me benediction of Shaikh – i did but tremble, and should not break, or take –
except to now dance, and romance, in exalted tranced ecstasy,
on behalf of my brothers being set completely free,
to return and rebuild their homes in Palestine finally,
without bulldozers or armored tanks,
or gun shots fired or heard ever again on the Western Bank.
V.
Yes, i will die in Jerusalem city,
not unbecoming, but a becoming – willingly;
on a street paved in pure gold,
among the young, the destitute, and the old,
who still have passion for ALLAH’s COME passion;
who have been mercified by The Mercifier of ALL,
i will die in the City of Jerusalem,
pouring – THROWING! buckets of my brother’s blood, sweat, and tears,
upon The Wailing Wall, standing and smiling in front of The Dome of The Rock,
for the whole world will recognize IAM the ticking clock,
with Nuclear Light Rays passing through and from me,
bursting and spreading forth everywhere endlessly,
leaving my image indelibly etched like a photo negative,
my life image positively reversed,
anthologized for all time,
on the window pains of my Palestinian brother’s street vending shops,
that had been bombed, toppled over, disarranged, and flattened to the ground,
as well as on the widows of houses in Ramalah, Samaria, Qumran, Janin,
and elsewhere, like, in the thought and hearts of men forever,
throughout the Nations, and on TeleVision Stations,
like CNN, NBC, ABC, and, Al-Jazeera,
who witnessed by satellite coverage, my flash, and my dash,
infinitely long, and secured by the promise of Him
who made all mankind to be in love and free,
without hate, without distasteful bitterness, of corrupted bile,
of a River Nile, rapidly running through the veins of diseased hearts,
it’s flowing waters turned red with the blood of death, hypocrisy, and destruction,
because they would not conform, or reform,
to the commands of the Divine decree – to see that all men be made free
VI.
The Poet’s Holy Lamenting Cry!
a litany of Holiness in demise of the unjust, the evil, and the unwise,
a litany of Holiness in song and deliverance for those who cannot sing,
a litany of Holiness in prayer only the wretched of the earth can know and bring
a litany of Holiness against all that is unHoliness i bleed,
a litany of Holiness for the Holy of Holiness that all mankind deeply doth need,
a litany of Holiness the poet shouts to the Holy mountains, the Holy heavens, the Holy earth, and its Holy seas,
a litany of Holiness resounding, abounding, astounding echo penetrating all Holy deaf ears,
a litany of Holiness in grief to waves of spectromatic unbelief on behalf of a billion Holy weeping tears,
a litany of Holiness for the praise of Holiness to come for a thousand Holy of Holy years
Holy! Holy! Holy! against all that is unHoly!
Holy! Holy! Holy! against the purity that is impurity and unHoly!
Holy! Holy! Holy! against the denial of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for the yearning of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for the return of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for those who live to make unHoly clean and Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for those who die to bring presence of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for the unafraid to declare and become the just and the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for all that is perfect and righteously everlastingly Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for to be all Men, Jinn, and Angels more Holy of – THE HOLY!
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY!
THE EARTH IS FULL OF HOLY-NESS – IN HOLY MOST GLORY-US!
VII.
Here in the Jerusalem, the City of Peace, i die;
i die when the Sun is once again in Sagittarius,
and the Moon is eclipsed in the sign of Pisces,
while finding release, and relief, of affectatious reflections,
in the eyes of my brothers souls,
as theirs meet mine for comfort and consolation,
thousands of them, now, waiting for relief, across the seas,
to give me their Salams, and other greetings of Peace.
Yes, i will gladly die in the City of Jerusalem,
and because of King Solomon’s, Alaihi-Salam, rewarding Song of Songs,
IAM the song of luminous martyred choirs singing on the Western Bank,
a Holy, Sweet Honey In The Rock, Acapella of,
God is not through with me yet!
because all musical instruments have been destroyed and set on fire there,
schools blown apart and pulverized into an
aggravated and intensified Cloud of Unknowing there,
and all school children’s books have been burned to a crisp there,
on heaps, too steep to climb, to put out the flames there,
and save them while they were still clasped tight in
the little children’s hands there,
before they cried, and died in pain there,
children and adult teachers who had been raped there,
and murdered on their land a million times by the millions there,
where a zillion tears have been shed there,
under a cloudy sky near Megiddo, or the city of Herodium, or Bethel, or Hebron,
when a nightmare of hell broke loose upon my brothers,
when i died in the Holy City of Jerusalem,
my face turned toward,
the Resplendent Light!
SIAM

An excerpt taken from Rain of Grace, New & Selected Poems by SIAM
http://www.rainofgrace.com

Commentaire par SIAM — 31 décembre 2008 @ 16:41

BRAVO! Great exposure of atrocities that have BEEN occurring there for years.

Commentaire par Tamala — 5 janvier 2009 @ 13:01