Wednesday, August 02, 2006

The Child #28.

I have not slept for 24 hours, but I wrote this before I went to bed.
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The Child #28.

Golden Spoons,
Rare Stones,
Knives Over Forks.
Leaders setting on a table,
Watching the news...
burning the world's fuze.
Like wax pouring on a wound.
Four stories High Building fell to the zero ground,
in Few seconds of an attack,
made the world witness;
A very devilish act.
A beast with no heart,
A vampire seeking blood.

...Children, dead,
...Pure souls escaped, Dirty Earth.
...Heaven adopted them,
....Dead women, met the angels.
Between their arms, a nation, a generation was gone.

And the dinner table's left full of food.
The leaders announced:
"It is no one's fault...
It's just a mistake
so please don't misjudge
We will open -an investigation,
And You all can resume the fight
Until we decide who was right,
to kill the child, who completed Twenty Eight".
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Influenced by [z]

Note: The Poem is written for Qana massacre the second, about 60 dead, and 27 of them were children. The poem indicates that the leaders could not blame the criminal because they could not find who killed the child number 28, and that was their excuse for not accusing and punishing the evil. The actual number of the casualties is not known yet.

Political Status: Sufi.
Psychological Status: Recovering.


Good night dear readers.

Future post: The Rules of Boycott.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Interesting choice of picture...not bad poetry either :)

. said...

Thanks for stopping by, Guenivere!

Anonymous said...

A sad deep poem [x] :(


"Leaders acuse each other for the blind attacks, the angel of death draws nearer satan is happy".