Sunday 6 January 2013

Penned down for Burma [just another Muslim genocide]



Silence…..
I hear it all around me
they’ve come
they continue to come in large groups
their number is huge
while we are only a handful
many of us already dead
lying on the grounds waiting to be Laid
Now they are coming to get what’s left of us

Blood…..
My tongues got taste of it
my brothers head, I can’t find it
those wounds of my mother, nothing to hide with
my sisters smile, I keep searching for everywhere
My husband.. But where is he?
being his own self always, a possessive dad
he’s run away with our kids
I am sure they are safe and I don’t need to worry

Hiding….
and all alone
if I could, i would
I hear Abdur Rahman, pleading for me to play with him
”hide, mommy! And I will find you!!”
People hold me, some even push me away
I think they are all dead
”son, its time for bed”!
I whisper into nothingness

Fire….
I smell it from all corners,
”oh dear, have you burnt the dinner again??”
I hear him shout from the living area
”sorry, love” teary eyed
I wait for him to come to me
to tell me , he loves me anyway
I look out into darkness!

Swords and Flesh..
There are so many pieces of them
a movement.. “Hide!!” they scream.
”Oh, it’s a bird...”
Its come to eat my family
no, I hear it.. Its Abdul Kareem crying
Its time to feed him... Its time and he must be hungry
they hold me, they wont let me go to Abdul Kareem
he is but one , he cant even speak
”I am coming dear, please don’t cry!”
I run across nowhere

People
I see them, they look just like you
they don’t care either
they don’t hear a wailing Abdul kareem
they don’t see a scared Abdur Rahman
they wont take my husband into their country

Ya Allah! I have wronged myself
I had hope from those who’ve got nothing on me
but by God, I know there are few
far away sitting in their luxurious homes
but crying for a homeless, stranded me
and hoping, that one day I get to meet my family!