1963…+53
MEANWHILE
The sure fingered rods that never miss
this long and shining flank of metal is,
Ricochet….. Gentle hiss
But they still pray” forgive us our sins”
Beggars and pedestrians clear throats and spit….chocked… Fumes..
Can’t tell the genuine from the humbugs,
There’s hell in the villages and our good old cities,
” shoot off their legs” command is given,
Peace!?
Would there be peace for us anymore,
Terrorists burn, rape and cut off people’s head ,
Norm!
You sleep in fear and dread of what might creep out of the night, those machines in their hands spurting flame, leaping and roaring…
Patience and calm define borders and boundaries, attention, they stand up straight… Button their collar,
Men in blue !!
We living in history ,in black and white,
The hot night stinks of scorching flesh,
It’s 53 years ago,the people say, and the dead to the desert we give and the glory to God in our song,
To the vile dust,from whence the sprung, unwept ,unhonoured and unsung,
Innocent citizens…!
You,yes you in power..
For you the flag is flung,for you bouquets and ribboned wreaths.. Crowding shores..
We are now turned into an object ..an antagonism, a specific antagonism through chilly space..
Ring out the grief that saps the mind…
Ring in redress to all MANKIND!!
Naakia!