Is it the one with no coffin… is it the one killed in prison Which do I mourn… and I am torn… between desert and jail On the poisoned… and imprisoned… on Al-Kadhom I wail My eyes mountains where rivers flow… and I can’t catch them in my hand They flow to soothe a martyr’s thirst… left unburied on scorching sand But suddenly the tears change course… and at first I don’t understand Till they flow toward a dark jail… where even light itself is banned My tears find their way to a cell… and by a fallen saint they stand Till they rise up and cry a scream… Al-Kadhom was killed on this land An explosion that shatters skies… just like mountains, crumble my eyes An eruption… of emotion… on Kadhom my tears hail On the poisoned… and imprisoned… on Al-Kadhom I wail I ask about his tragedies… the answers make my hair turn grey Taken from prison to prison… until for his own death he’d pray In the prison of Al-Sindi… they would take even light away He’d not know what time to worship… because he’d not know night from day Shackled and made to stand for days… when he’d sway Earth with him would sway What kind of torture makes God’s proof… cry out ‘O’ Lord take me away’ With each request he’d raise his arm… a hand replied, slapped our Imam How much torture… the eyes rupture… and their muscles turn frail On the poisoned… and imprisoned… on Al-Kadhom I wail Ali Ibn Suwayd asked him… ‘O’ Imam when will you return?’ Al-Kadhom replied ‘on Friday… and for days Friday they would yearn They awaited Sindi’s inmate… he had wounds from which pain would learn A fire to see their beloved… such a fire will always burn What they saw broke Jibraeel’s wings… and made the Earth stop its turn On this bridge of Baghdad they brought… Imam Kadhom in a coffin In his coffin Kadhom in chains… poisoned and pale are his remains And they cry out… ‘Shia come out… today all of you fail’ On the poisoned… and imprisoned… on Al-Kadhom I wail I find my eyes are torn in two… one of them wails upon Hussain The stranger killed within his thirst… with his family and men slain The other turns towards Baghdad… from weeping tears it won’t refrain A body lies chained and tortured… poison seeps in his every vein I see a sun that’s embarrassed… when of thirst an Imam complains And I see an Imam chained up… forgiveness sought by every chain One imprisoned by his own thirst… one in prison beaten and cursed Jesus murdered… Moses tortured… our tears a holy grail On the poisoned… and imprisoned… on Al-Kadhom I wail My tears break into two rivers… with them breaks into two my mind I start to follow each river… dreading what it is that I’ll find One flows to the bridge of Baghdad… where Heaven and Hell has aligned Heaven martyred, in a coffin… for this sight cries even the blind I follow the other river… and find a lesson for mankind Abbas remembers Hussain’s thirst… and throws the water from hand In these rivers, my heart it sank… what if Kadhom had never drank I cry Abbas… take Kadhom’s glass… it’s poisoned, be careful On the poisoned… and imprisoned… on Al-Kadhom I wail I cry tears and with every tear… with each time I’ve wailed and cried Either I’m oppressed for each tear… or every tear I’m forced to hide The torture Kadhom felt in jail… I feel it every day inside Every time someone is oppressed… for having Ali as his pride But the tears I cry remind me… whoever said he died, they lied For Kadhom lives in these same tears… as tyrants these tears have defied For two Imams, tears and sorrow… tears that tyrants fear tomorrow Tears that defend… innocence and… demolishes evil On the poisoned… and imprisoned… on Al-Kadhom I wail (New York – 22/05/14)
Posted on: Sun, 25 May 2014 19:03:24 +0000
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