The Moon Of Truth Will Live Ever Behind
(Written at the very night when Israel attacked the weaponless Palestinian)
At the dawn of the night while standing on the roof,
I gazed at the full moon ascending imperceptibly in the sky;
It seemed as if smiling in the vacancy at the self-indulgent world.
A dark cloud obscured the face of the moon with a thick curtain,
It seemed wriggling to uncatch grips of the blackness.
The cloud assumed the shape of a wolf:
A ferocious animal of the feral world whether eats or not,
Its mouth is ever blood stained,
In an instant the cloud assumed the form of a shark
Swimming into the ocean of murkiness fearing least the contestants.
Through the patches the stars shone far high above
In their own world unconcerned to the happening, changes,
And lives claiming afflictions.
Then the shark of cloud assumed the image of a snake
Or lashing eel, dissipating at each moment
Into a misty substance and then into nothing.
The moon re-emerged with full grandeur,
Glorified smiling, challenging the dark images
To apply their strength.
I came down with confounded heart, smoggy thoughts,
And began to behold telecast of a T.V channel.
I viewed thundering cannons, exploding explosives,
The spurting rockets leaving behind the trails of smoke,
Missiles lacerating air, journeying to the marked targets,
The tanks moved onward in formation
Like tortoise-shaped ghosts of metal, the sightless fighter jets
Dropped bombs on the thickly populated spots,
The buildings stood all shredded, shattered,
And the inhabitants ran in helter-skelter
At the cold pitiless night to seek the safe harbours;
The women scampered embracing the kids
Who hardly knew the cause of confusion,
The ambulances brought shredded bodies bathed in blood,
The limbless children were laid, lined up in queues
But all motionless; the injured tossed on the first-aid tables,
They reacted on each dropp of brackish medicines on the wounds.
The whole drama was staged just to win the elections
Or to restore the lost kudos, the spectators and pioneers of peace
Were on the armada stationed in the sea,
To monitor the game and endow them with the logistic support
Against the weaponless to apply the strength of weapons;
While the clouds of smoke were rising high assuming the shapes,
Of ferocious animals either of shark, snakes or lashing eels
Destined to dissipate into the spheres.
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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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