Immigrant father from the land of terror
What have you learnt now that your son is dead
Conscripted youth fleeing back to the land of terror
What awaits you my child, my boy, my dead young man?
The desert sand and a bomb in your arms
Pray brother before your bullets of death
Thud into their target of random life
Seconds before your own time to go
Do you consider that perhaps there is no martyrdom
Just a place in the sand for your face to fall?
At least your startled target fell without the worry of
A life of torment and self torture
It is a fine line that separates you both
Lying side by side face down in the sand
I will ask the innocent I will ask the brave
I will ask the beautiful what side of that
Fine line will they choose to lie down on
Along with me I think they will sleep face down in the sand
Forever smiling of their choice
Geoffrey F.
Congratulations on your posting in this category. Great write.++10
The poem works like a mirror to those involved in the mindless acts of terrorism and its futility on the global stage. Following words can jolt their foundations: .......there is no martyrdom Just a place in the sand for your face to fall?
The walk a mile in their shoes thought is a good one. Few can even imagine. Keep advancing peace.
A beautiful poem on terrorism and its painful effect on lives. Thanks for sharing. Congrats for being chosen.
Geetha. it is so good that you take the time to comment. This means a great deal to me. Thank you.Geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Geoffrey, as you can tell by my lateness of commenting on your poem written in 2015, I am slowly, ever so slowly working my way through the site. A wonderful poem about the terrors and their actions that walk this troubled World.
Thank you indeed John. I am amazed at your on going commitment to all things poetic. Cheers Geoffrey.