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GIVE ME ANOTHER DAY

By Yusra Al-Ayoubi


Nostalgic Poems

Give Me Another Day

Globalization

The Black Moon

The happiness of Woman

The Martyr

The Map of the Upright Way

The Rape of Amytis

The Anger of the Rock

The Coming Time

The Liberator

The Merchants of Tadmur

The Flags of Pirates

The Silent Devil

The Heavy Inheritance

The Copper Idol

Piece After Piece

The Snow Puppet

The Soothsayers

The Spirit of the Age

Soldiers and Liberators

Why Nebuchad Nezzar!

Give me Another Day

Give me another day my honest nation

Tomorrow, I stride on a trial of abomination

My judges are deaf and blind

My witnesses are mute

My head with thorns is crowned

My opponents play on an unjust flute.

 

Inject, my friends,

One drop in my veins

That my mission will not be in vain

Give me the power of a million voices

Let their echoes resonate

Over the world and devastate

All the belligerent, untruthful noises.

 

Cain killed his brother Abel

Possessed his wife and chattel

Since then,

Sins, great have grown.

 

The mild winds of the East

Restored the progeny of Able to liberty

The tempestuous winds of the West

Crucified him

Whenever from death He came

The ashes of Jesus spread in the Universe

The soil of the West begot Augustine

The soil of the East begot Mohammed

Augustine said:

"The progeny of a slave

Eternizes in chains

As a punishment for his Sins

Let them serve

Their Master with Love

That their Slavery be free"

Mohammed said in his Victory:

"No superiority

Of an Arab to a Berber

But in Piety".

 

Thirty centuries or more

Of monotheistic generations

Living under the Sun

Rising from the East,

Setting in the West

Integrated Man

From the abecedary of the Holy Tablets

To the New Justice

Generation after generation

Knew the real god,

His holy tablet that "Man

Should not enslave another Man"

When this tablet is broken 

Sins begin

And will never end

But with revolution

When hope is gone

No fear remains

The soul looks for Justice

Upwards, in the heaven domains.

 

 

The Man of the East

Was tired

Of gathering the Tablet bits

Whenever it was broken

It was his eternal fortune,

The holy spring

Of his eminence

What would he learn

From our dominance?

The greed of Agamemnon?

The treachery of Ulysses?

The vainglory of Alexander?

The ferocity of Crassus?

The blindness of Cato?

The pugnacity of Titus?

The bargaining of Augustine?

The Crusades of the Popes?

The Zionism of the Khazars?

What do we do now,

In the dawn

Of our third Millennium,

But to repeat

All our vices

And impute them

To the East?

Behind the Scene

I lived an austere life consecrated to truth

My object was to look behind the scene

For the glowing sooth

The scene was torturing me

Nothing but pain to see

A bird of prey and a victim to suffer

Nothing could make the world better

Two dragons biting the universe in two

No second choice in hand to show

But this precious hope in heart to make Man free.

 

In my years I've seen

Terrible wars

Done by rival brothers

Instigated by avarice and suffer

They stood apart, nothing to bring them together

Shedding their blood for the will of power

Until Falcon of Prey

Put them all under its sway.

 

In my years I've seen

Universal wars

Blasting the maps of united nations

Tearing those who were one to many pieces

For Falcon of Greed,

From their corpses, made its feed. 

 

In my years I've seen

Secret wars

Made by secret agencies

Sacrificing men, women

And defenseless children

In the holocaust of agony

For Falcon of Perfidy

Extended the border of its sovereignty

Military was to crash opposition not enemy

A prison was built in the place of a nursery

A motherland became an exile

An exile became a sanctuary.

Diaspora

In his Diaspora, a refugee

Became a terrorist

The wealth of the fatherland went

To swell up the pockets, free,

Of a monopolist, a usurer

And a death trader

The rubbish to fill the mouth

Of the legal beneficiary

Inflation rushed to rob Man his bite

Corruption overwhelmed and collared him so tight

While the Masses rushed as a mad herd, blind,

And could not survive, but in immorality

I believed then those nations

Were only vanquished,

When first, they were vanquished from inside.

 

Falcon of New Imperialism

When Falcon of New Imperialism

From height,

Could not subjugate

The rebellious masses

When its earthly Marionettes

Violated their oaths and promises

From its skies, it had to alight

It perched, eager to fight,

Armed from skin to marrow

Each one of its milliard feathers

Was a poisonous arrow

Its eyes sparkling with anger

Its wings spreading fire

Its claws clutching annihilation

The puppet kings came to meet their master

Carrying their fear and humiliation

Bowing down surrendering

To their disgraceful termination

With its sharp hooked beak,

Falcon of Dearth

Toppled their crowns to earth

And pecked their heads to death

Then left behind

Their dishonorable remains

To face, itself, the disobedient nations

Its hunger for revenge

Could not come to an end,

But to crash to ruins,

Their old civilizations

To demolish even their historical memory

To steal, after all, their treasury

To snap at its victims to bones

On the burned land, poisoned with radiation

Falcon of Terrorization

Built the nest of globalization.

Ferocious Hell

In my years I've seen

Many countries

Shifting from the mild hell of the Old Colonialism

To the ferocious hell of the New Imperialism

Liberation movements were smashed

Or deviated

Independence was phantom

Will-o'-the-wisp was freedom

Justice was just an idiom   

Friends became enemies

Enemies became friends

Class struggle snarled

Internal wars flashed

Sectarian wars thundered

Regional wars stormed

A global war utterly destroyed

The rebellious nations, at last, crashed

And were subjugated

Falcon of New World Order

Had its eternal disorder

New Imperialism

Deteriorated

Into Old Colonialism!

A man of Peace

How can I praise superciliousness?

How can I be bias?

Even to extend

A hand of a friend

To the killers of their own people?

I am a man of Peace, a real Peace

The falcons of the Pentagon

Are the ones

Who don't believe in Peace,

But in Genocide

The falcons of the Pentagon

Are the ones

Who don't believe in Democracy,

But in Democide

This slogan is still living in their minds:

"The best Red Indian is the Indian who died"

Terrorists are liberators

Liberators are terrorists

Their nations are dust,

Their Holy monuments are ashes.

 

I know well,

How the "Old Great Empire"

Robbed the wealth

Of the centuried cities

And set them on fire

I know well,

The just causes blinded to negation

Where the Palestinians had to quit their land

For another nation

On the other hand

It was my people's honesty

That Gave refuge and security

To thousands who wanted to live with dignity

And were chased away from their quarters

By rulers taking orders,

Hour by hour,

From the "New Only Super Power".

 

Now I'm accused

With a shameful crime

Being a traitor

To the interests of my country!

Demonstration

In the misty dawn

Of the new century

Streets are lying under rime

At the corner,

A homeless wanderer

Is covered with grime

Through his window,

A sleepless politician

Is overlooking, ready to mime

In the park,

A speechless clown

Is waving with a branch of lime

Absolute stillness,

Only the sounds of the city clocks

Are counting the running time.

 

How can I

Satisfy

The craving mania

Of a multinational joint company

Of universal usury and monopoly

When I

Hum a truthful rhyme

Or blow a trumpet to salute

The newborn morning

With melody clear and acute

When I

Organize

A huge demonstration

Not blessed by this administration

To emphasize

Man's right to wonder

When I

Say: No to war! No to plunder!

When I

Enjoy not the flexibility

Of a politician to resign,

But the man of faith design.

 

In the streets, people are gathering

The rising sun started to melt the frost,

Dispel the fog and warm the growing host

A sparrow taking a bath in a chilly puddle

Shaking off and flies high over the huddle

A young mother,

Pushing her baby carriage, says:

My anger

Made me at the end of my tether

I couldn't just sit every night

Watching on the screen

How people are going to fight

So that,

The fat cats become fatter

What I mean:

I had to come because I bother

About my baby's future

A crippled man in his wheelchair

Comes here to dare

Those who are crippled in their minds

A little girl,

On the shoulders of her father,

Chanting

An old woman,

An anti war slogan,

Shouting

A young man,

With a comic poster,

Starts to gesture

A teenager,

Thrilled,

For his first time,

Feels like a grown man

The people of the world are present today

On their lives,

Determined to have their say.

 

I'm besieged with the lies

Of those,

Whose selfish privileges,

From our silence,

Were derived

Who are afraid now,

By our voices,

Of their privileges, to be deprived

But I am a man who remembers well

What happened to our soldiers sent to hell

How did they go,

Ten years ago

Or more,

To the land of palms and petroleum?

And how did they return

From the land of depleted uranium?

From our mistakes, we never learn

And always ready to repeat our blunders

All over again

In the battle field,

From both sides,

Only few hundreds were killed

Thanks

To our advanced homicide technology!

We added another glorious verse

To our war anthology

After the war

Half a million

From the other side

Died from radiation

And half a million child,

Because of hunger, died

Young men just started their lives

Parted from their mothers and wives

To be sent

To kill and burn

And what did they get

In return?

Torn souls?

Poisoned bodies?

How did the radiation penetrate them,

Inhabit their every cell?

To beget children maimed,

Witnesses of the injustice done to man

By a pitiless man

From distance, echoes of knell

Another chapter has been written

In the book of martyrology.

 

The High Priestess of Foreign Affairs said:

"Sacrificing half a million child

On the altar

Of the liberation from the dictator

Is a price that should be paid"

In the Koran is written:

"He, who took life from one human soul,

Unjustly,

Is as if he killed the entire humanity

He, who gave new life to one human soul,

Is as if he gave birth to the entire humanity"

Beg pardon, High Priestess!

One man's soul,

The miracle of the creation,

Our human race divine revelation,

Is too precious to be wasted.

 

Do you think demonstrators are paid

To demonstrate?

Maybe! Sometimes. Still,

The millions all over the world can't be paid!

Let's call a spade a spade

It is the earth nations will

That overwhelmed the streets

As torrents, can't be stopped

They saw the light of the jour

That will never fade

These demonstrators, I'm sure,

Will come to my aid

My judges and jury,

They will be

And will try my cause truly

As it should be

For the clear certainty

Drives away

The ambiguous query

And their verdict

Will bring to the end

This story

I'm putting my cause

Before those

Who believe in Peace,

The fate of Man

Not those

Who hold the Bible

In one hand,

The arms of mass destruction

In the other hand,

Heaps of lies, false accusations

And prejudiced condemnations

To justify enslaving Man


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