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| WAR: What we CANt do |
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| jaihoon |
| 03/20/03 at 17:45:26 |
| WAR: What we CANt do :-( http://www.jaihoon.com/egoptics/cantdo.htm The war has begun... It was expected though.... So what did I or you lose? Our homes are still safe, isn't? The music is still on playing the latest in American hip hop. The Idiot Box is still tuned, to be eagerly viewed, for the Oscar Awards. So what can we do? So what can(t) we do? It is the kufr-importing and Imaan-exporting minds Who welcomed the murderous swarms to their own lands For what- In name of safety, in the name of security But what did they know Of the price paid so hefty? Ah! What a time has come- When Bu Jahl and Bu Lahab Have self adorned the robe of faith... Ah! What a time has come- In the house of faith-full wine The talk of intoxication is forbidden! So what can we do? So what can(t) we do? Our newspapers are full of statements made by the Arrogant And IQ-less Cowboy Tycoon Who thinks the globe is just another oilfield. The hawk and its poodles think changing 'regimes' is another snake and ladder game on the boards of the Oval Office How 'noble' are their imperialist hearts That they attend the 'funeral service' of their own victim. So what can we do? So what can(t) we do? Let us still keep our mouth shut So that our voice goes not out Of our own shameless hut Let us still sit in a silent corner And talk of prayers and fast While in the land of the enemy Men and women march in protest! Let us still hold useless meetings And exchange with each other greetings And in the end cowardly conclude And bear no blame for the brother's blood! So what can we do? So what can(t) we do? :( :( :( |
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| jannah |
| 03/24/03 at 03:58:24 |
| this was sent to me by a friend last night in response to certain events around the world that have captured our attention recently deafening silence enshrouds society darkness unmoved by the breaking dawn trembling in fear; hoping for pity from the thundering fire airborne dreams of a daffodil covered plain a screaming blue sky dotted with clouds a park full of children hidden from pain oblivious of the horror that enshoruds their brethren in a distant land sirens wailing through their hands taking for granted the whole wheat bread as the children cry for one last breathe. in memory of rachel corrie and the children like her who die daily in wars |
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| jannah |
| 03/24/03 at 22:41:26 |
| To the People of the World By unknown This is the story that must be told of an Iraqi baby, not very old. Lying in her crib one star lit night How could she know of those planes in flight? She lay there quietly touching her nose, Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes, Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she, Talking to someone, who could it be? An angel is standing with her in the room. The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom. The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round. And suddenly comes a most deafening sound. The ceiling drops in, in a second or two... On top of her crib so she ceases to coo... No one knows how long she lie there Who thought about it? Doesn't anyone care? Is she alive? Is she dead? Is she in any pain? Now that you mention it, who knows her name? Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope. Crushed between the rubble, her tiny fingers start to grope. Where is my mommy? I love her so dear Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here! I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet. There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat! Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother? It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?! How long have I been here? Is this just a dream? I open my mouth, but can't even scream. That angel appears once again to my side, This time with a tear I plead Why have I died? Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others. In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers. Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die? They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?! Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be? Don't they also have babies, just like me? It is war they say, of which death is part. How blind they've become, How hardened of heart. Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak? A victory claimed for killing the weak?! Why are they happy? Why are they proud? Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?! No war has been won; no ifs, buts, or maybes, For Saddam still lives, and they've only killed babies!!!! |
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