The horrors unfold and I remember
[ ] of [ ] in rubble
Ransacked and raped by preying men bringers of death; destroyed from within Thousands of years standing still
Vanished within a moment
Famished within an inch of waist assigned
In the night their grunts an agony
In the morning the pulpit resides Growing inside, a fleshy malaise Unknown fruit adopted in spite of
The spit, sniveling as they crash a tirade
a tide of hate raked and washed over
Like the ocean trying to hug itself
with a thunderous wave — killing all in its wake The price one pays for self-preservation
They sit on corpses brimming with faith
hope to inherit kingdoms through hate
but only guilt and anger procreate
With the dawn they dampen their sorrows
kneel for prayer, whisper onto the landscape
An infinite indictment of original sin
An unrelenting crusade of history repeating again and again
The glowing face of a carrying body
The infinite wisdom of a golden dome
The bloated anathema living within
The frightful bastion of hunger in sin
I search for it only to yearn
for the inches that will disappear
To mourn ahead of time
is the only choice I can make here
One day this canvas on my skin will be gone tattered across the empty spaces of the land
A small man is fine but small ideas
are dangerous. My body is a temple entrenched in chrysalis
Bowing to the altar, an oblivious fool
Whether [ ] or [ ] or [ ] or [ ]
They destroy those ones with ease too
Samah Serour Fadil
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