My world burns,
Its cities, towns and villages,
Plains, valleys and hills,
And the tops of mountains,
Smoke and smoulder.
No one knows whether he will return safe,
When he leaves his abode.
The mosques, the temples and the churches:
The sacred places of prayers are no more secure.
Whom we obey and whom we represent?
We have confounded the affairs,
The eyes are blurred with the mist of rashness,
We act but with the muffled hearts,
Baffled minds and hazy eyes.
Assuming we are right, others are wrong,
We have bunged to the humanity
The windows of our hearts,
And plugged the porches of ears.
We are moving farther and farther,
From one another, the gaps are widening,
Among hearts and among minds.
Ah! The distances are becoming immense.
We have launched a vain expedition
Against terrorism, but with out defining the term,
Its limits and boundaries,
Only to kill them whose noses we like not.
If one smashes my house,
Obliterating all the members of my family,
And I have no door to knock at for justice;
What should I do?
Why should not I make a bomb of myself?
Why should not I fasten
Explosives to contest the violent hands?
And this is being done in the world.
Though street, roads and parks are splattered with blood,
Human shreds are seen scattered,
And spectacles are too horrible to see,
Yet there is no terrorism.
All that we see is a reaction of our ferocious deeds,
In case we intend to impede the reaction,
We must stop the action.
To crush force by using force is an aged method,
Now for the sake of humanity discard the old measures
Deepening the roots of violence,
For since beginning mankind becoming
Fuel of the devastative devices, has suffered a lot;
Just once apply the appliance of love
To resolve the threatening issues.
One who seeds the bushes must be prepared to taste
The pang of pricking;
And one who plants roses might cherish himself
With enthralling colours and sweet perfume.
If one slaps me on the face,
He must be prepared to have two on both of the cheeks,
But patience is the best route to move ahead,
And the world lacks patience.
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let's hug, not shed blood !
bravo!
i am in a crunch for time, so i'll be brief.
your introspect of the "terrorist's" motives was excellent. of course, i hear a lot of blame about "radical Muslims" and "100 virgins awaiting in heaven" but i'm not sure how much all that jabbering gossip and stereotypical depictions are. of course, stereotypes don't exist for no reason, so there is perhaps a grain of truth, but your outlook seems much more realistic.
yes, the world lacks patience. i lack patience. if only we could listen long enough to understand each other, then maybe we wouldn't be so offended as to blow each other up.
but i sense corruption in all this. maybe some of us want war for reasons of greed. idk. maybe some of the major world leaders are corrupt. maybe they are just giving what their people what they want.
i do know that there was a very high pro-action sentiment in America after 9/11. Bush was expected to do something. whether or not he tied that into some pre-conceived political agend that we are now feeling the consequences of, or if he has just held fast to his original plan of fighting terrorism remains to be known. but you are right, "patience is the best route to move ahead, and the world lack patience." - this applies to those on every side of the conflict, not just what's publicized in the media.
perhaps there is not good and evil, no black and white, only shades of gray in this war,
Pap
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I like the picture of you on your page my friend, you look so noble
This poem really spoke to me. I tire of how countires have to suffer from war. Even from things out of our hnds like natural diasters etc.
I get sad to watch the news, all the fighting, death and heartache in the world makes mine hurt so much.You express your views on this all , so well Shanazar
Strong vocabulary, strong point
I enjoyed the read, I respect the importance in your pieces
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