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FROM A PEOPLE OF A 'LESSER
GOD'
Muslim sufferers in Afganistan, Palestine
and Kashmir ask a world that has chosen to confound them to Oblivion...
Have you ever known Terror?__
(Not the one your movies show you
In a vulgar pretense of reality)__
A Terror that gets lodged in your soul
And reaches the very marrow of your bones?
Have you ever sat listening to the silence of lurking death
Or seen it dance naked in your city
Over charred bones and gored flesh?
Have you ever listened to the creak of wood
__That was once home__
As it is devoured now by tall flames?
Has a dying infant's grasp ever loosened around your finger?
Has a child ever huddled close to you
With its heart quuivering
When from a distance a gun goes off
And cannonballs boom?
I have been made to pay
The cost of my existence;
I saw my life being made
An offering of
At the Altar of the Gods__
An offering to lust, ego, honour__
All godly virtues, I must add
For the life of me...
Yet, O you dwellers of
the City of Bliss!
You lie but comfortably numb
In the nothingness, the emptiness,
The shallowness of your existence;
In the sordidness of your age
That all lies embodied
In that sickening exuberance
Of your busy streets:
Those dazzling lights, jarring music,
Cheap tobacco and stale liquor,
While Man's Eternal Jewel
Lies lost forever
In this intricate maze
Of throbbing streets and alleyways;
O you lovers of Epicurean
comfort,
You have crowned those Gods of Arrogance
With your indifference;
And the thick Walls of your City
That guard your dead souls
From the Reality without,
Are ugly to me
In their bare blankness.
Memoona Sajjad.
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