- Shattered dreams of a mother cry,
- Dashed hopes of a young life,
- Crushed by a heartless strike
- Of a sharp edged poisonous knife.
- Cutting through the fabric free
- As there is no hand to impede.
- These vicious cuts are tearing
apart,
- How long this state will last?
- Those sitting on helm of affairs
- Impotently watch and do not dare.
- They hear those distressing cries.
- They see anguish of those young
lives.
- But do they care?
- Those on the helm of affairs?
-
- And those carrying the daggers
declare,
- “We are the sole deciders, who
will dare?
- This is our motto, this is our
adage:
- We destroy those who hold
different faiths.
- We are sole deciders of what is
good.
- We are children of Hitler’s
troops.
- Those who dare to not follow our
stance
- Do it at their risk in our pure
land.
- We’ll see who can live here and
thrive.
- We hold in our hands this
subsuming knife.”
-
- The bigotry, the intolerance, the
hate,
- Is that now our country’s fate?
- Our forefathers are turning in
grave,
- For this we did not this country
made.
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- Mutaal Mooquin
- June 14, 2008