Once upon a time, not so long ago On a dark, yet ethereal night A baby girl was born with an adorable glow Held by her father, her shining Knight
She was dearly loved and cherished All her qualities benevolently flourished All of her classes she used to ace Always bringing a smile on her parents' face
Now she became a big girl It was time for her to go to college But she was still her father's little pearl But she had to go to gain her knowledge
Anxious, he sat her down to have a talk You're going far away from us, make us proud She said don't worry daddy, I am like a rock With that, she said Bye and became part of the crowd
Her college studies to her were facile All her avocations seemed docile She also had a boyfriend who was caring Her life was nothing but endearing
One night, returning from the club It was late, there were no cabs nearby So they took the public bus thereby Little did they know, they had screwed up
There were monsters waiting for her, her doom had begun They took her in their dirty hands, tore off her clothes Beat him with a rod, when he tried to oppose They raped her all night, then threw her out when they were done
He screamed all night for people to come, help They drove right past them, without a drop of empathy She died there on the street, on another dark yet ethereal night Monsters laughing at their dreadful devilry
There are millions like her in this country who are raped daily for being a woman I speak to every 'MAN' out here bluntly That we should be ashamed to call ourselves a 'MAN'
I am just a little boy of tender age All my friends are either missing or dead No sleep in the eyes, I'm lying awake in the bed Rotting in this country, now just a cage
I have nothing much left to stutter They already killed my abbu and ammi I just hope they spare Adnan, my baby brother But where do I take him, to protect him from this scummy
There is no future here for Adnan Ammi told me to take care of him I must leave this place of madmen Give me strength Allah, for our future is dim
I hear, the white people are taking us in God bless them, Adnan would be so happy But to reach them, I've to fathom an ocean in a boat of tin How hard could it be, it can't get any more crappy
Finally we reached after months of cold and starvation Adnan was sick, and yet he was filled with elation We made it, now we're safe and impervious Go back to your own country, they said, at the earliest
How can we go back there? A place full of hate and despair A place where all hopes they devour And leave us with air full of gunpowder
Come on Adnan,.maybe the next country will take us I wonder how long will he be optimistic His cough is getting worse and sadistic Weren't you people going to help us?
Adnan, Just one more country okay, I wonder why he is so calm today Maybe its because, its his birthday Oh, my baby brother has become 4 today
Hey Adnan wake up, we're here Adnan..... Adnan..... Adnan
I dreamt last night of Hálogaland, My home, my heart, and humble hearth Where the high fires incandesce at night And the night itself wouldst scarce depart Our demesne 'neath Logi's fierce command Where the cliffs loom o'er boundless fjords And the scent of blood e'er stains the strands Amidst the rusted axes, shields and swords But there were seas still left to chart
'Gainst the crashing of the callous waves Unyielding in their savage force But none did tremble at the rage of Njord For the gods themselves had willed our course Yet though, frigid waters claimed scant graves But still, our fleet braved ev'ry storm For in our hearts, triumph is engraved And such is so for ev'ry Northman born A law we're oathbound to enforce
And so unto the isles we'd beset For ruthless plunder, shrieking stilled And honored death, in Valhalla's embrace Found ourselves without guilt for those killed Soaked to the skin -- their blood and our sweat Stoic, in berserker repose Pondering what such bedlam begets Marveling at all the graves we appose But on their bones, we shall rebuild...
I dreamt last night of the vanquished Of the wails of the dying, and those displaced In my dream, 'twas though I were crying For the lives purloined, and the icons defaced For the bloodshed that we'd adjudged ideal The denuding of the bound and chaste For the agony that lingers still, and the stench of death's distaste
-Nıl Markas- (March 15th, 2018)...
Well, actually this is a sort of "remastering" -- or reimagining, anyway -- of a short poem that I wrote back in 2007 xD Years before I ever considered taking this poetry thing seriously =P Anyway, I hope you enjoy ^^