Abdul Wahab

>≫≫Devils' Duel - Poem by Abdul Wahab

The nights used to come with buckets of buds
And at dawn they all bloom into dreams
Now twilight brings for us only sounds
And in the morning they turn into
News of deaths from gun shots
To be precise
It is half a century and a decade ago
I have had my last laugh
Or have had a song from my heart
As I have been seeing the devils' duel
Over a tiny piece of land.
Neither I take a bath under the sun
Nor I see my face nor do I see the moon
In protest against the ugliness of human souls
Since the time I have seen
To shed human blood
For a few barrels of greed
Over a drop of little gain.

Comments about >≫≫Devils' Duel by Abdul Wahab

  • Wahab Abdul (5/7/2014 2:49:00 AM)

    Jeff Cannon - - - - - - - - -Abdul Wahab, maybe we can be on the fronts lines, maybe some of us like myself may not, yet may our words be fire food for those blocking roads, camping in trees, marching and getting beat up, maced and imprisoned, for those on the ocean saving whales from harpooners, those stopping dam building, those protesting with their lives all sorts of atrocities against all earth creatures including ourselves. I have read too much Neruda and Camus, Carolyn Forche (Against Forgetting: 20th Century Poetry of Witness) other poets of resistance and feel too much of the pain of the earth and her creatures not to applaud and prompt others to do the same if it is possible, and it not I hold no grudge, we can only do what we can. I respect that and the call to name the crimes our children and grand children will pay for and denounce us for not doing something to stand up for them, protect them from the evils of greed, imperialism, capitalist corporatist globalism, religionism, insane technologism/ crackpot scientism, hate, prejudice, pathological narcissism that is raping and pillaging our earth home for profit that has already stolen our souls, abducted our minds, frozen our hearts so few feel the agony that fills the air with its cries, the streets with innocent blood, our minds with putrid ideas of grandiosity, when our bones and bodies hold the grandeur of life, life that already belongs because it exists, life that exists as gift of the hospitality of the cosmos, the ecological wonder that still surrounds to be here as good guests, care takers of the abundance already granted, and be here as inhabitants within the dialogue of worlds connected as kin to each other, relatives of our genes all, everyone. well, there you have it Abdul, the heart pulse of my passionate stance. Courage and Care be with you and all others! (Report) Reply

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  • (12/13/2013 11:00:00 AM)

    I love it. Very moving and the way it flows allows for a smooth reading! (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (11/3/2013 11:13:00 PM)

    Gabe Gonzales (United States ;)
    Wahab Abdul
    Date Time:
    10/21/2013 12: 35: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00)
    Poetry Assignment

    I am assigned to research, and analyse a poem of my choosing. I came across your poem the 'Devil's Duel' which I was very moved by. I chose to conduct my research on this poem. I do need a short biography on the poet/poetess. I have attempted to find research about your character, to no sucess. I would like to know if you are ok with my using your poem for a project, if yes, would it trouble you to send me a short biography for my use?
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  • Heather Wilkins (8/14/2013 5:37:00 PM)

    the devils duel is busy at work in our society today. Just look around at the wars and destruction. for a few barrels of lousy greed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013

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