Category: Poetry

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#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!
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#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.
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#778 On His Tether

“Without God, everything is permitted,”
Said Dostoyevsky in his masterwork
For Godless souls, unreined, unimpeded
Would freely give in to evils that lurk
    Hold on to His tether, anchored and true
    His Grace and Protection, He will imbue.
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#776 On An Unpolished Poem

I let you now to fly, unpolished, out
Into a cruel world, knives out, poised to pounce
Should I have held on, made the time to grout 
The patent gaps, rub out each drossy ounce? 
   Against my better judgment, I present you now
   For eyes to judge: to love or disavow!
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#775 On This Bar of Fate

Suppose, this is as far as I could go:
A golden cage enroofed in solid glass
Must I persist to try and overthrow
This bar of fate that says “Thou shalt not pass”? 
   Or stoop now to accept His high decree
   That each of Man shall have his set degree...
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#774 On Carrying Miracles

I carry with me miracles abound
Th’inheritance of lineage and of prayers
They give me flight, yet anchor me to ground
Protect me from the harsh glare of naysayers
   I thank Thee for Thy bounty and Thy Grace
   That dignify and raise me from the base.
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#773 Tentang Hari Empat Bintang

Hari ini, hari empat bintang
   Bangun awal pagi
   Sarapan pisang dan kopi
   Tugasan kerja berjalan rapi
   Solat Jumaat berganding rakan
   Isu yang sulit dirungkaikan
   Melawat cawangan Baharu Kinokuniya
   Makan burger bersama rakan lama

Yang kurangnya cuma:
Hati tertawan gundah gulana
Merindui dinda yang jauh disana.
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#771 On The Three of Us

In between the moments of silence
When words are not spoken
And the seconds fall away like dying leaves

I say a quiet prayer of thanks
For this brotherhood
   This fragile web of comradeship
   This great gossamer bond of friendship.