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THE SILENT DEVILBy Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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Nostalgic Poems The Silent Devil |
THE SILENT DEVILMen 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 fear For they are witnesses on crimes you secretly steer |
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