Apoplectic, they basked in their fury
Bereft of sense and conscience, and
Cursed with the certainty of ignorant fools
Demanding silence and acquiescence, and
Expectorating their vile hypocrisy, in
Furtherance of base intents and fomentations
Give them their due disrespect!
Hell is rife with righteous foul infect.
#787 On Kati’s Dreaming
She lies content on the green sofa
Her soft breathing barely audible
Against the piano music that fills the room
A quiet respite from a torrid existence
Of fast cars and strangers and concrete flooring
What are you dreaming of, Kati?
Another bite of kibble, or the hope of domestic welcome?
#786 Tentang Kati Di Hujung Hari
Pulang rumah di hujung hari
Saat senja melabuh tirai
Dia datang mesra berlari
Sejuk hati terubat damai.
#785 Tentang Menyambut Hari Baru
Fajar datang dengan senyuman
Cahya suria melambai mesra
Cerah hati melebur rawan
Sambut dunia dengan ceria.
#784 On The Dense Crown
I bear this dense crown
Jagged whispers drown the morn
We mourn our dread days.
#783 On Impostor Syndrome
Impostors try, but self-deceivers know
While hearts may quake in dread of others’ eyes
The inner Truth they cannot overthrow:
Brave hearts can break the cage of muted guise
Permit yourself the courage of your worth
Stand tall amidst th’expanse of God’s great Earth.
#782 On My Refutation
Inert and stifled by the gravest fears
I mull a future hidden in the bind
My mind, a box of cold and doubtful gears
Attempts escape from this unwholesome grind
A grappling with the starkness of these days
Demands a refutation of this faze.
#781 On The Drowning at Sunset
Behind those green hills
The sun is drowned by clouds;
Sunset calls her home.
#780 On Israel (Curse Be Upon Your Nation!)
I curse you, o Israel!
I curse your armies and their long knives and pistols whipping
Poised to slit the throats and puncture the bodies of the innocent
I curse your Prime Minister, and his cruel lips dripping
With the words of expansion and neutralisation, insistent and unrepentant
I curse you, o Israel.
I curse the flower of your youth, the young Israelis
Marching into the homes of their neighbours, annexing
The homes and stealing the land of Palestinians; the chrysalis
Of nakbatic resentment and rebellion burning, raging, ablazing
I curse you o Israel.
I curse your armies, with their bombs and their missiles
Raining down on the homes and the parched desert plains
Where does it say, in your Talmuds and your missals
That there is justification in murder for such fraudulent gains?
I curse you, o Israel!
I curse your nation and its brutal forgetfulness
You who have borne the brunt of industrial murder
Now commit murder in turn, without tear or remorse
May your crimes today pull you under and asunder!
Today we are armed with nothing but tearful prayers
But look, yonder, the armies of angels in the Heavens
Say “Amen!” above us, in the skies and its seven layers
Their lances shall pierce your skulls and impale your legions!
#779 On The Youth in Their Rebellion
Hear us now, wind and earth and fire and water!
We summon the wakefulness of nature’s raiments
The knowledge of the world in silent slumber
The forgetting in the ruins of human firmaments
Extol, in brave unfettered voice, the roars of Youth
Exhorting demands for the breaking of oppression
To smash the chains that bind the poor, the uncouth
And call them out to march in blazing procession
Decant the flames of indignant resistance, decant!
Unleash these fires that rage, rage for immortal Truth
Incant the chant: Justice! Justice! Justice! Incant!
Let them fear the wrath of our serrated Youth!
Revenge is a cruel dish best served cold
Upon the necks of the venal Old.