Category: Poetry

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#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.
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#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.
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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...