A Poem written and composed by the poet; Acram Mothana Haider
Spring of miracles: (Part Two)
Yemen, breath of Heaven,
Once, journey of winter to,
cradle of rooted faith
and witnessed wisdom,
Relic of kings, good land and forgiving lord
A letter attracts hearts to embrace
peace under white Minaret
Once, hoopoe hugged
Marib's temple,' Almuqa' ,
where the wisest, the strongest, Belquees,
but submitted peacefully under
Salmon's sovereignty.
The land bemoaned over thirty three years
Illiteracy turned up deliberately,
Acute poverty squeezed the sweat
forcing the poorest to earn their bread
from the street dustbin's leftovers,
Flooding the streets for begging,
For Getting a cost of prescription,
Knocking on compassion's doors complaining
and weeping for emergent operations
Empty cans jumped up to shelf of power
Excellent fingers being amputated,
giant brains being drained abroad,
pirates sailing on around,
smuggling of arms, black raw barrels,
and antiques of ancient Sheba' realms,
Sea's abdomen awfully attritioned
Prohibited insecticides,
donations, neighbors' supports, global reliefs
even destructive loans go
to the Shepherd and his elite;
immigrant nation in his own homeland.
evoking fights,
many people died,
foreign hands launched raids
on internal sites
borders are shrunk,
liquids of land are drunk,
corruption overburdened
till the ship almost sunk,
miserable sucks their sterile lucks
The crown transferred wealth into his side
His relatives, kinsmen and loyal tribes,
abdomen of regime's scum complains
Of such excessive saturation of wealth,
scarcely do untold people get a dwelling,
or a pill or a pen or a bread,
unfortunately, the trust, the oath, the claps,
and the hails given to the lord
by the patient nation gone with the wind.
Luxurious vehicles, innumerable accounts,
high standard of living
While others swallowed toil
still have a plough,
style of living sounds tough
however, nation still patient
till Wave of change approached
mass revolutionists saddled on,
announcing that regime must be gone,
protest, sit-in and condemn raising
up doves of peace ,
as steady as mountains not retreat,
a heap of sorrowful scenes,
killing, abducting, snipping, maltreating
threatening, kicking off using inhumane means,
massacres ; Dignity Friday
in a city of Sam-Son of Noah-
fierce shelling on many regions around ,
At the dreaming city, Taiz,
embraced loftily by Saber's mountain,
where Cairo's citadel
where the highly qualified
breath of uprising
odor of beauty,
incense of liberty,
now Roma again burnt being under flames;
sleeps and awakes
on hiss of guns and tanks' shakes,
led by tri-evil pivots
grinder of utter violence
breaching out all human rights,
civilians got killed, injured,
homeless, detained, and snipped,
stained corps still lain on ground
oh, heaven! for what that unfair genocide;
for reign or shadowy crown,
or because Taiz lips' motto:
"All should be equal in their lives,
And rights should be touched by all sides",
Oh, my sweetheart, Taiz,
You are highly dignified
By your stationary patience,
Endurance, and worthwhile pride,
Blind regime fabricated crises:
Seldomly, oil supplies,
Gas cylinders at high prices,
No electricity, but sitting under
romance of candles' lights,
under shawl initiative,
germs of regime breached out
sanctity of the Yemeni natives
no difference ,
wicked bullet assassinated
innocence of child-Anas-
on his forehead, too angelic and bright
even black veil being shot down
swooned pitiably on the ground.
Under neighbor's hood,
Regime pressed on accelerator of violence,
Before in-and-out world silence,
Fragments of scattering flesh,
brain gathered in a dish.
A little daughter-Etab- breaks into tears,
Lamented on her late martyr,
Her lips uttered " Get out
As you are my dad's murderer",
for what these massacres, for reign or crown?!
Damn on you , ailing psych.
Oh, savage regime, stupid Master,
Whatever breaths you harvest,
Or young smiles you rob,
Or old-aged being snipped,
Or safe passers-by you shot,
Or free voices you shut,
Or opponents, imprisoned or exiled,
whatever you get to resist,
one thing you already missed,
dawn must appear after mist,
flowers must be resurrected
out of the debris,
hope will be shining from our lips,
freedom is inevitably indispensable
Our peaceful uprising must uncover
The regime's evil deeds.
10/12/2011
Acram Mothana Haider
Ibb city, yemenpioneer@yahoo.com
yemenpioneer@blogspot.com
Tel; 777424347
