The Blue Note - Poem by John Dowdall
The brutal don't know what song to sing,
They cannot see the path to take,
away from their fire and their hatred,
they would kill their own sisters for.
Love breaths eternal breaths into this world.
They breathe war before peace.
They put the tune before the song.
The rest of us are -to them- but natives
savaged by the cruelest sea. So, breath
in and understand the mysteries of the ocean.
A consciousness which rejects Islamophobia,
Christian hatred and people turning on one another.
Nothing, to be harvested from a primal scream, only true
feeling from an ethereal dream. A dream unknown by those
who couldn't bare it to come true.
In unison, a blue note sounds softly on a lyre,
a Sufi turns and a hymnal song is borne.
Your heart is a wheel and your life is a song.
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