Namaste (a love poem)

a love poem.

No mother imagines the world could be this cruel
Never could she fathom how loud the world would cheer at the news of her son
Now a bag of remains
A trophied man
Parts being tested
Protected like someone still chases him
Men, who do not care for him poke and make certain he is gone

And America cheers

I can’t help but imagine his mother
A pile of tears
Melted lava
She is dust now
Thank God
Bismillah (in the name of Allah)

No mother should witness this

His father will kiss him tonight
Praises Allah for bringing his son home so soon
At sunrise their souls will face east out of habit

Omar will pace tonight
Wither away the floor beneath him
Will smash a television set
Will make phone calls
And plans
His father would have a better plan
Omar longs for his family tonight

His lover
She will contemplate writing tonight
Will hold a bullet too long
Her bath water will feel like lullaby
She will sleep sitting
Her bed will feel too much like a coffin
Like a alter
Too much like a place she will never feel so free in again

His child, Iman, will learn airplane tonight
Will study revenge and payback

Sweet Fatma, will understand war in new terms

Safia, will taste her father’s last words
Hold them under her tongue
His voice a prayer she hopes she is not too young to remember
Will savor his cause
Claim it as her own
One day

Hamza, will never forget the way America and a man in Time Square smiled

Somewhere a follower has his finger on the detonator

Those that loved him hearts of time bomb
Palms nothing but sweat
Blood 2 degrees hotter when the news lands
Heard the cheers
America is not ready for the way they will memorialize their leader all over our soil

And America continues to cheer

Until more like us are exterminated like him
Prideful and patriotic when news cameras come around
Don’t you remember the way you held your breath as the towers came down?
How the bodies flew out of windows to far from pavement not to thud
The way your tears burned and our souls trembled
How everyone knew somebody willing themselves to survive

Praising God for missing that train

Tshaka carried a woman down steps
Ran for safety
Hardly ever talked of that day
But something about running thru smoke
Covered in building
Eyes burning
And bodies splattered on the ground
Makes the sidewalk quite

Ground Zero is typically so quite

But tonight they celebrate
Replace the loss of their loved one with the joy of murdering Osama
Like it’s not the same
Murder is murder
In ALL the places that house someone who loved him
There is only LOSS
In ALL the places that house someone who we remember
There is only PAIN
Soon the city will hush again
Soon we will forget who war actually kills
Too soon we forget what mourning feels like
and go back on our way..

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