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| They shoot children, don't they? |
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| Sabr |
| 01/20/03 at 12:22:27 |
| They shoot children, don't they? By Salameh A. Nsour, Ph.D. They shot and killed and killed They shot him more and more To kill him so many times The bullets made a circle on the wall With Mohammed's heart its center A hole in the wall Right next to his bleeding father Wailing was the twelve-year old boy Under the high concrete wall Now a Muslim wailing wall The father's arms tried to shield The high-powered bullets (Made in the West/shot in the East) >From reaching his little son But in vain as both dropped and twitched The son's hand loosened from the dad And his face fell on dad's leg The dad swelling from bleeding With an open mouth and a hand on the boy Leaning to the wall, unconscious and staring They both ceased to be A danger to the squadron now To ensure more death, few bullets came Hitting the human dart board; a soldierly game Through this scene, the world sees How beasts can enjoy their kill With bullets as claws and teeth Slaughtering cubs next to their dads >From this scene, the end can be seen Of killers roaming the alleys Forget their wealth, their might, and their lovers For they will be killed by their own fear Oh Mohammed, rest in peace Play with martyrs your age or younger They too were ripped by holy bullets Shot at them by the holiest Who will never be called terrorist? For their terrorizing holiness brings them no shame nor blame Nor a dirty name And with such a divine immunity Given to the killers By all the able and the learned Peace will never arrive And it will continue to stay away >From where bias and injustice thrive Despite all the wishes of killers and their lovers To bring dead peace around And dump it on the ground Your mom's eyes are very dry Staring at the roads Ascending to your home "Surely he will come" "Maybe he is late" She says Despite what she watched The long moments prior to your death Televised on the screens Your five birds you left behind Have been freed from the cage Be happy for they managed to fly So high Away from the killer's bullet range Worse than killers in this life are Their free enslaved lovers Refusing to call a killer a killer Despite the blood on both hands They only say "you were caught in cross fire" "your little hand looked like a guided missile" That is why the poor soldiers had to kill You are guilty oh Mohammed Had you not been created and alive They would never have killed you How amazing in this so-called civilized wired world Children killers have to lie and lie And so do their far away lovers To make the story fit their wishes and hatefulness With phrases and past participles To make the uncertainty wash their killers >From shame, blame or any special name Some hope with their fancy reports Those killed might look as killers At the end of the day In the eyes of the wired but weird world But those who die in their blood Mixed with the soil they love Their blood is their eternal testimony of innocence and of their desire to freely live No guns or bullets in their hands Except tiny stones from their lands Children's blood will stain killers' souls Washed or not, it stays and grows Its smell goes to the fabric of killers'brains To make their world entrenched in red And insane I wish you tell us from heaven How terror befell you While clinging to your dad pleading them not to shoot But I wonder if the World ever will or can Dare to call your killers terrorists Or is that such a name reserved only for the infidels (in their eyes) and for people of your skin? The lovers of killers will only dare to say "You died in a war; a normal thing to happen" or "you just were killed in the battlefield by the bullets" How come the lovers of killers only use The past participle not the active tense When the killers are well-known two-legged beasts and not the bullets And they call it a war When "only one army was shooting" Amazing how much ignorance and injustice Can be begot with knowledge and hate fused in a strong lover's heart Rest in peace, Mohammed, away from this World of lies The so-called free wired world You left behind Is void of truth, freedom, and civility Rest in peace and play With heavenly toys of your own And no bullets to shred you again Again and again Again and again Again and again |
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