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WHY NEBUCHAD NEZZAR!By Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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Nostalgic Poems Why Nebuchad Nezzar! |
WHY NEBUCHAD NEZZAR!When Nebuchad Nezzar lifted the standard of Jihad, Two hundred millions cheered up. The stone kids cheered up.
Hope filled the breasts
That Jerusalem will be once more Arabian.
All had forgotten the past of Nebuchad Nezzar,
All had forgiven Nebuchad Nezzar..
The more cynical doubtfuly asked:
Has Babylon once more became minaret
To glorify the One God?
Or is it perhaps a satanic conspiracy
To draw Nebuchad Nezzar to hell?
But in the tower of Babylon,
People were speaking different languages,
Praying for different gods.
The time was not ripe for such a great claim..
Those who nourished hopes of freedom
Were crushed to their innermost hearts.
The devil had everywhere in the world
Long paws, weaknesses to play with,
Marionettes who wear togas of truth
To conceal their disgusting falsehood..
Why why Nebuchad Nezzar you divorced
Amytis to whose honour you had built
The "hanging gardens" at Babylon?
Never in my life I nourished hatred,
As when the satanic will
Drove the armies of thirty satellites
To crush Babylon..
One hundred years ago
The grandfathers of Bush
Had finished the last Indian nations
Thirty millions or more
For the sake of yellow gold..
In the Middle East
States were torn, minarets of civilizations ruined
Eyes of thousands thousand youth extinguished
Skulls of children crushed under ruins
For the sake of black gold..
But I am not a red Indian,
Though to God we are the same..
Behind me a civilization
Of many thousand years..
The soul of my grandfathers is awakened
A giant human soul.
What is the will of God but the will
Of nations determined to be free?
A proud man of your race once said,
Full of vanity without remorse:
What could the Indians do
To civilization and history
Men on horses, tribes against tribes
In internal eternal wars?
How could the civilization of television,
Cinema, aeroplanes, rockets, spaceships be built
But on millions of Indian corpses? I am not a Red Indian
From my land history began
Taught humanity the abecedaries
The cipher and One God
I hated even technology
In the hands of world Mafia,
Televisions to glorify despots,
Aeroplanes carrying bombs
To destroy buildings, hospitals, factories, schools,
Children and women in their hiding places..
Aeroplanes and bombs bought
By the wealth of my nation
To ruin my native land..
Sat by a round table,
With heaps of flowers and smiles
Bedwins, brokers, to lust and corruption slaves,
Writing with great content
Treaties of Pax Americana
Treaties of a slavery new:
"The black gold is in your country,
But the black gold is not yours..
What could the Arab nations do
To civilization and history,
Men on camels, tribes against tribes
Sects against sects
In internal eternal wars?"
Bedwins, blind with ignorance and egoism,
Bedwins who polluted our sacred land,
By parasites of decayed cruel civilization,
By ugly creatures, monsters without souls..
Do you think your stained faces are nobler
Than the painted faces of Indians?
To the world Mafia you are good
Only when you are dead men,
To the world Mafia you are good
When your black gold travels
Freely to swell their wells,
To the world Mafia you are good
When your hands without pity tear your brethren
To the world Mafia you are good,
When you have hundreds of idols
To whom you kneel and pray,
To the world Mafia you are good
Depraved of honour, conscience and truth..
Aloof I sat, heartbroken I wept
Surrounded by those who ignored my right to live..
"Babylon is burning" they cheered up,
"Like a Christmas tree from high is seen,
Sparkling with thousands stars"..
As if swimming in a whirlpool
I felt dizzy, downtrodden and lost.
The world is punishing Babylon
For Nebuchad Nezzar 's pride.. |
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