The Chaos Of Order Poem by Sadek Mohammed

I think of you to smoke my last cigarette.
I think of you again to sit in my old chair and blame Bob Marley & Samantha Fox.
I think of all my dead friends to call to mind that they died standing
with eyes full of tears
& hands full of dust.
I think of the shrapnel of silence,
the silence of shrapnel.
I think of the rules of loss,
the loss of rules.
I think of the order,
this order,
the one who gave the order,
the chaos of the order,
the order of chaos to cry out:
O Lord of the Seven Skies, this crowd is softer than a virgin's breast!
I think of the last war, this war, the coming war.
I think of the empire, lost desire, balls of fire.
I think of colonization,
subjugation,
segregation,
emigration,
deportation.
We were right when we created rhyme,
but wrong when we trusted the western wind.

Dear friends,
I got your message.
I'm staying here till next Ashura.