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Poem – To (#BrusselsAttacks) Terrorists who may perish but never prevail


The poem below is dedicated to the victims and families of #BrusselsAttacks, as peace loving people all over the world stand in unison with Belgium, as people change their profile pictures in Belgium colors, as people in Brussels open their homes for travelers stuck with nowhere to go, and as heart-wrenching photos, messages, prayers, and vigils pour in from Bombay to Belgium, from Peshawar to Paris, there is only one message for terrorists – your victory is short, you will never prevail.   

If wins are counted in numbers left dead
Today you succeed, with your bigotry
If success is measured in pints of blood
As streets run red, revel in your victory

But short-lived are your pleasures of hate
You must kill yourself, so others may die
Follow to its natural conclusion, and mate,
At bleakest dead-end, you may arrive

Yes short-lived are your pleasures of hate
Yourself you kill, so in peaceful slumber, others lie
Death has you marked as prime target
Wretched your life, short your joyful glee, sigh!

You can’t teach, preach, sermonize, you’re through!
You can’t sow more hate. Future won’t wait for you.

Here is link to my poem written for victims of #PeshawarAttack  http://bit.ly/1wfp47D .

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Many Little Pieces That Shan’t – Poem (after tragic tragic murder of kids in Pakistan)


I can only imagine the deep deep anguish of parents of the children who lost their lives to terrorists in Pakistan.
Here’s a poem dedicated to the parents, for whom the pain will live forever.

A mother looks over her 15-year-old son Mohammed Ali Khan, who was killed by the Taliban gunmen

 

 

 

Many Little Pieces That Shan’t

My child, my heart has broken into many little pieces
In tiny pieces, it’s torn with fury, sadness, numbness

To give warmth, one piece will lie beside you
Six feet under cold cruel earth, always loving you

One will fly heavenward, with you in tandem
I am mother not by chance, it’s not  random

One shall go to demand justice, to HELL
My bleeding heart will go with the evil

In one small piece of my heart, I will try to fill
All your love and then will make time stand still

What I won’t do is pick up the pieces, I just can’t
My heart’s broken into many little pieces that shan’t

 

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