LAMENT OF A DEAD WOMAN: A WAR POEM

LAMENT OF A DEAD WOMAN:  A WAR POEM

"When I say, 'YOU"
I don't mean you
I mean the killer
So, if you are the killer get angry at me
Hate me
Call me names
And if you are the killer
Then listen...

I am
But I am not part of me
I am part of your scheme
Your dirty, rotten bloody game

BUT,

My memory is not going to be at your disposal
Like my life was
My death is my strength
And it will rip your heart out
It will tear your eyes out of its socket
You will never see your children again

I will tear your limbs
You will have no hands
Left to touch your children

"Children?
Children?
Children?

Awaladi?
Awaladi?
Awaladi?

Look, look, look...
At my beautifdul children
So young, so innocent
So tender
So soft spoken

And you slaughtered them
Into thousands of pieces of flesh
Scattered on the road side

"YOU" think it will leave you alone?
You think the howling winds of sorrow
Will leave you alone?

Oh! the rivers of blood will open up
And eat you up alive
God of justice has an appetite
The earth will swallow you

God is there somewhere
Yes, God is still there
God will one day come back
God will take revenge
God's revenge is merciless

Now my children's death
And its shadow will never leave you alone
They will always come to you
They will always question you
You will have to answer them
Why did you murder my children?

You say we talk too much about death
Yes, we do
And we will
We will talk about death
But this time it will be about your death
And it will be a horror
Like our horror
Actually more horrible than our death

There will be so much blood spilled
That even the death will be afaraid,
0f the blood in the rivers
Which will drown you
Your own blood will drown you

Melted...melted..melted
Burned...burned...burned
Our leaders were corrupt, fake kings
Without a throne
Became your allies
And we melted to the bone

What was the reason for this war?
Murder?
Illegality?
Inhumanity?

My death bsed on a falsehood
My death based on man made news
M life was more precious than that
My truth was more precious than that

When we were born
Like the rest of humanity-
We had dreams and hope
Of a great life

Dreams of having children
Celebrations of weddings
Cermonies
Eid
Ramadan
Pilgrimage
Grand children
Great grand children
And then we could have died of a natural death

Natural death
Natural birth
Destiny as it's written
But we were killed on our own land
What are the weapons of mass destruction?

We don't even know the definition
We were too poor and unaware
Of the world and the haunting gamees
But we became the birds they hunted

Maybe the bomb that killed us
Was the weapon of mass destruction
It killed so many of us
But there is no count even
How can one count so many dead?
So many killed
But no number and no count

We mean nothing to the killer
But why not?
Are we not human?
Are we not innocent?
Is there no blood in us?
Did it hurt?
The bullet? the bomb?

Our's was a blessed land
Based on god's original truth
"IQRA" read, recite in the name of god
Who created you from a tiny blood clot
created you for what?
If not to tell the truth

You never told the truth
We will forgive you if you do
But you won't
Your life was worthless
You died at your birth
You lied, you lied, you lied
You died at your birth

But our memory of, "IQRA" will always be
'IQRA"  LIVES
We have come back to relive our Trojan wars
Now we will be in the history books
Another greek tragedy
Would you read about us?

No.?

 Why not?
Too busy
With what?
Your cell phones

Oh! so we are not greek then
There were no cell phones at the time of Trojan war
Oh! so you won't read about us
For you the story has ended

But our memory of "IQRA" and hope,

 some hope...
The one you didn't let us have in our lives
Our memory of hope will live
And when the dead have hope
It's scarier than the bomb

We were killed in our own land
By your bomb
We were illuminated first
Like a painting in a museum
A can of white phosphorus
Was thrown at us
So you could see our ribs, veins, our bones
So you could see where our hearts lie
So you explode our hearts through and through

I am free
Democracy killed me
And freed me
Thanks to the free nations
The air was sucked out of my body
So was my blood
No more blood in me
We will no longer bleed
Don't kill us again
We will no longer bleed

But the truth will shout from the mountain top
From the bottom of the graves
Our graves
Our ancestor's garves
You have been killing us for a long, long time

But the truth is alive
Truth is not buried with the dead
Truth lives
It always does
Truth lives

Don't tell horrendous lies
Your lies arn't real
Only the dead are real

because they were once born...
The rest is a story
And the author?
We are looking for him

It lives
Not I
Truth lives

Now we are part of a history
Now we will be in history books
But you wrote that history
It's not real
It's a story
And we are looking for the author

We will keep looking
We, the dead will keep coming back
To look for the author of the story
The story which brought our death
But for you
There is no real history
There wasn't even a war
No bombs were ever dropped
We are not dead either
We are not dead
Beacuse we were never born

For you we didn't exist
But we did
For our parents
For our brothers and sisters
For our garnd parents
For our children
We were born
We lived
You came
You killed us all

Your story was fake
Your story is fiction
You are used to writing scripts
Your story, the cause
According to you
For killing
Was just a bad fiction

A story
According to whoever is telling...
According to whoeve is listening to it
Don't worry
We, the dead, murdered in our own homes
We, the dead will keep coming back

We and our lament,

 the lament of the innocent dead
Is the story...
We didn't get the chance to write it

you wrote it...

Your story is not the real story

Our death is the true story
Our life,  that is the real storythe real story.

Our life, which you slaughtered

Is the real story.

Is 
The lament of the dead....