Candlelight Vigils
By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)
March 16, 2003
Candlelight vigils and millions of peoples’ unified voices
Ruffling through, and peace dove fluttering its spanned wings over musty air
As if its fleeing is foretold and war is foretold in a predetermined sermon
Serpent’s venom and crushing bulldozer’s demolition of homes and bones
Are all intertwined in the same fashion of predetermination of fate or hold
Aye! The forceful captain is out in shoving force
Dismantling the wings of dove or silencing people’s voices, sweet or hoarse
Are all the game of poker or other musing gambles
Jackpot if you have lucky numbers or be doomed to shambles
They want the world to burn
They want the weak to die or mourn
By the bombarded relative’s skeletons
But the candlelight vigils and millions of peoples’ unity
Not to be reckoned with ceaseless impunity or careless gesture
Thy the endless fabrication and polymerization of organic truth
These are the moment of uncouth frenzy and bamboozled hoot
Soon the bombs will be falling through the roof of the poor and classless Iraqi and sansei
And the polymerized fabrics will be worn by the shameless spin masters and flattered prodigy
To give a color of distortion over the rumpled flesh and blood of fallen and children
As if none is visible, nothing can be excavated through history and faces ashen
From the guilt and shame of butchering thousand families for organic gold
By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)
March 16, 2003
Candlelight vigils and millions of peoples’ unified voices
Ruffling through, and peace dove fluttering its spanned wings over musty air
As if its fleeing is foretold and war is foretold in a predetermined sermon
Serpent’s venom and crushing bulldozer’s demolition of homes and bones
Are all intertwined in the same fashion of predetermination of fate or hold
Aye! The forceful captain is out in shoving force
Dismantling the wings of dove or silencing people’s voices, sweet or hoarse
Are all the game of poker or other musing gambles
Jackpot if you have lucky numbers or be doomed to shambles
They want the world to burn
They want the weak to die or mourn
By the bombarded relative’s skeletons
But the candlelight vigils and millions of peoples’ unity
Not to be reckoned with ceaseless impunity or careless gesture
Thy the endless fabrication and polymerization of organic truth
These are the moment of uncouth frenzy and bamboozled hoot
Soon the bombs will be falling through the roof of the poor and classless Iraqi and sansei
And the polymerized fabrics will be worn by the shameless spin masters and flattered prodigy
To give a color of distortion over the rumpled flesh and blood of fallen and children
As if none is visible, nothing can be excavated through history and faces ashen
From the guilt and shame of butchering thousand families for organic gold
Comments
Post a Comment