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Post by Ylanne Abdul Saleeb Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:41 am

What was once a redeeming quality
Oh tell me what did begin to turn thee
And take thee and turn thy dreams to ashes
Broken apart by each battering blow
For surely allow me to say to thee
To speak of what thy evils have made me
Thy hunts and haunts and thy terrible things
Surely of insult and offence it rings
What little is left of what you destroyed
Having been tempted by a serpent fair
For withal withdrawn with the greatest flair
And yet ne'er again may you travel there
Stricken with the curse of death where you lie
'Twill be 'neath the starry skies you shall die
Condemned to the same that you shall lend me
I giveth my testimony to thee
Tell me, wherefore shall I lay myself down
So that the birds and dogs shall ravage me
Tell to me, O you blind and mindless fools
Of what perchance may, at world's end, occur?
Tell to me, O you bumbling ignorants
Tell what of this tired world you have seen
And take me; yes take me, for what I am
Take me as your hostage of war-torn love
And learn me how to turn evil to good
Lest all be lost, ta'en under spiteful hood
That which springeth from where the darkness creeps
And slowly but surely makes fool of thee
Yes, indeed 'twas I who stood on the mount
And hesitantly called down to be freed
From the ring of fire and the lovers twain
Embracèd and dared to glance back at time
'Twas I, sure, but I know not what you speak
I prithee, tell me, and tell me plainly
In Christ's name, Allah's, whiche'er dear to thee
For I cannot lie, the truth must be told
Take me for what I am, though I am sold
Know then I am that she of whom you speak
Though less proud of my deeds I could not be
Now speak, tell me clear, what you wish to hear
And sighing under the night I shall weep
And cast me downtrod to a dreamless sleep
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Post by Ylanne Abdul Saleeb Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:41 am

Wahid, Iti

You hold that you may know everything
But from where, dost thou say, that knowledge comes
You are as blind as those who here remain
And yet you suffer from a batt’ring strain
Of the same disease you say consumes me
And leading, now weeping, shall let you be
As dark-hearted and cold as the West Wind
Which cried, bursting forth, O whom shall it send?
With fiery passion and cold-numbed hands
Flying, ripped across the gravelly sands
Your hourglass it is broken to shards
And time is destroyed, your senses are marred

You look around and yet you do not see
The centrifugal forces shaping me
I am that tower which you need not send
I am that open wound you cannot mend
O ye who seek that which you can destroy
O that you are so beautiful and coy
You imagine yourselves to be as kings
O but the world is crashing around you
So sorrowful, it was that day I rue

As your children are torn into pieces
Your wives reduced to bloodsucking leeches
Gouge out your blind eyes, cut off your deaf ears!
Take off your blood-soaked blindfold and look now!
Where your proud cities are dust, yet none cares
This justice of which you speak has been killed
As your sons sit sad on the windowsill
How like the fallen have you now become
Ye who were once first among the nations
O how far you have come, and still you run
For nothing exceeds your expectations
How much like those whom you loathe art thou now
As pitiless and harsh as Death himself

You claim that you are a moral compass
But o where is your sense of direction?
O this land is so wonderful and free
But in liberty, you have slavery
And their iron shackles are drawn so tight
Is it possible that you can see light?

Ithinin, Ni

So I am the worst of the worst there is
At least according to your assumptions
But that thing which you fear absolutely
What you see when you look in the mirror
And o how the tears flow like a river
Salty and barren now are your proud fields
Rusted and broken are your guns and shields
You are rotting now, from the inside out
Too weakened, too tired to lift one shout
Behold, it is not I who is to blame
It is you, only you, here I declaim

You speak of all these things we cannot see
Wherefore, then, do you expect to find me?
I wait at the silent, stormy isle
Where rest the bellies, bones, and the bile
Of men died for American freedom
But where is it now, O you proud kingdom

Your children are no longer safe at night
Every day your choices are the same
Shalt thou turn and fight this growing madness?
Help to overturn this sighing sadness?
Or art thou gone, dost thou run and take flight?
You of darkness, what would you know of light!

Thalatha, San

O, how her streets are empty and filthy!
Her people, the slaves of her enemies
Conquered and brought down, in a single day
It is your turn now, on your knees, and pray
O how she lusted after pitiless gold!
And to Satan had she not sold her soul
Not broken would she be, but instead, whole

Her rivers are flowing with blackest blood
And on the sand are the heads of her sons
Her once shining cities reduced to dust
Her haughty towers now covered in rust
Her people have been scattered, thrown to sea
Because they longed for what they could not be
She who was once a great queen upon Earth
O of bright ideals, now she has a dearth

No longer do men travel to see her
No longer do nations long to be her
And those leaders who once bowed at her feet
Now scoff and condemn her while she weeps
For her children have been shot, killed, and dead
Their bodies litter the oceans now red
Fathers and mothers who tried to save them
Are fathers and mothers died beside them
Mournful faces turned to look at the sky
O why, you ask, why did they have to die?

Her many conquests are long forgotten
Her soldiers lie dead in mud and sodden
Her land is full of the blood of those dead
And those who went on to live in their stead

How she abandoned her sense of justice!
To join those in a silent armistice
And ever so kindly, death did she rend
How it was liberty, she swore to defend!
How it was liberty, she left behind!
And how none would have ever been so kind
To bury her dead and mourn her children
But no, ‘twas she who killed them in frenzy
Took advantage of their youth and slimsy
And hacked them until limbs flew through the air
And how many looked on, but none gave care

Who remembers her for democracy?
But instead for her bloody anarchy
None stops to deliver an epithet
None stop for to say “in peace may she rest”

Arba`a, Xi

Now who is this ‘she’ of whom I now speak?
It is America, thus I say to thee
And sighing under the trees she shall weep
Alone in sadness, the only bereaved

Do you still harbor the arrogance?
That America holds in continuance
For she shall have only a bitter end
Unless you act now, my unbending friend
You blind yourself to what is around you
You cannot see all that now surrounds you

So do not accuse me of these evils
I shall rest with the worms and weevils
Concern yourself with your own sorry fate
Act now, lest by then it should be too late
And I in silence shall watch for my love
He shall come shining as black as the dove
It is together we shall rest in sleep
And fateful memories then will I keep

Truth, a strange creature, bred of stranger ones
Lying as death beneath the golden sun
When will you learn Truth is all you have left?
Of life and breath, soon, you will be bereft
And who will remain here to warn her then
Do not ask why or how, but rather, when
Join thy fears to thy hopes with thine suture
I am your past, but she is your future
Ylanne Abdul Saleeb
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Join date : 2009-05-20
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Posts : 131
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