THE SILENT DEVIL
By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
The Silent Devil
THE SILENT DEVIL
Men of truth, lovers of life
Are bewildered who you are,
What colour is your skin tarnished so far..
You call yourselves inheritors of justice
Men of integrity, masters of struggle
The hope of future,
While great dreams in cold blood you stifle!
The men of truth will never see
In your versatile whims a real disciple,
But men who preferred to play with the devil.
A marvellous will had made your noble lineage.
Your merit was a great moral courage
But alas, you turned all into a chance savage
With gamblers who have all the advantage,
Cheating you with false cards and trick track
To your reputation doing a great damage..
You interpret blind events
As if drawn according to an eternal law
Diagnose deadly illnesses as foetus in a condition raw.
You don't distinguish a friend from a foe
As a devil silent you look at your nation' s awe
Covering murderers, traitors whom you know..
I wonder if you are the harbingers of a real dawn
Or warners of a world to be overthrown
If the oppressed from the oppressors wanted their own.
Death is to yield, chaos is to fawn
Peace is not built on unjust stone..
You have lifted a boastful banner
Everywhere your signboards on abundance utter
While people in queues wait from winter to summer
On the brink of starvation most of them suffer.
Full of money their pockets are, but can' t offer
A dress, a hut, or a bride's coffer..
You have put the sword in the place of dew,
Dew in the place of the sword.
Victims of kins in horde
Are entombed in graves without board..
Foes rejoiced to ruin your accord,
Arms for defence you cannot afford
Arms for suicide you always can afford..
You men from the extreme right to the extreme left
You men from many religions, many a schism,
You follow a demon' s rhythm
No one of you has any charism,
But to serve its aim, its scheme
It deepens the wound between Sunna and Shiism
Makes a party one hundred schism
You rushed rashly into your dirtiest war
You waded in mud.. Blood you wanted more.
Battles of the oppressed in this age
Is to benefit the oppressor
Done by their own money, their store,
The blood of their sons to enrich the aggressor..
I wander in this world where do you stand!
You crawl as toads while others run
As rabbits touched by a wand
But in this strange race you exchange the intention
The toad sleeps, the rabbit runs into perfection
When you are needed, you keep in inaction
Where you' re not needed you rush into faction
Your movements have no free option..
I fear after so long a stupor
To wake on hearing the turmoil
Of savage will that tears
Your banners, or what is worse
To trample the owners of truth out of fearFor they are witnesses on crimes you secretly steer