Poetry: Blossoms of Hope in the Year Two-Thousand
Words: Nazli Tarzi
So upon these Holy lands have I entered?
A Holy ground but where’s its centre?
In Holy Sins?
Or holy graves?
What sickening haze
As a life departs, one’s life decays
Whilst a prevalent myth continues in vain
Are these Holy claims?
Why let fury enflame?
Because Holy wins,
And Holy swims
In its a sickening gaze?
What onwards and upwards can Palestine Foresee?
Does the sound of Peace reverberate between you & me?
Let Holy sing
In memory of Kings,
Yet this Holy dims
Such sickening ways
Who dares speak of both occupations?
Who even’t dare challenge these callous conditions
NO accept this demeanor my son you’re alive
It is that what’s important, but are we not shrinking in size?
Does Holy sin?
Is Holy within?
I see it inside
This bludgeoning haze
The surrender does help to alleviate pain
Whilst laughter of children invisibly rains
Listen Holy sing
Their Holy Hymns
Allow sickening games
Ordain ideological aims
I’m scarcely surprised from all that I see
I agonize in silence, lord have mercy on me
Await Holy to wane
Depart at least for one day
A demand a delay
In this sickening game
Assail from immoral and relinquish decadent scours
Glare into a peaceful future; therefore give us what is ours
Because Holy kills
Why should we one destroy
When all can repair with hands used to praise