JONATHAN AZAZIAH: IRAQ: EIGHT YEARS OF INFINITY

 

Sunday, March 20, 2011

B y Jonathan Azaziah

Mask of Zion

IRAQ: EIGHT YEARS OF INFINITY
A poem by Jonathan Azaziah

8 years ago today, we watched our world crumble...

Little boys incinerated by the mark-77, little girls pummeled...

Families dismembered by the cluster bombs, 

so vivid in our minds...

The globe watched as we were inflicted

with the most malicious, vicious crimes...

I wonder if they even care,

I wonder if they ever will...

I wonder, in this infinity of misery 

will we ever heal...

They say we should never remember,

we say that we’ll never forget...

Pain wreaks all around us, 

we wonder if we’ll live better in death...

In the Garden of Eden,

instead of here,

where it used to be...

They ripped the heart out of our being, 

and replaced it with fear, despair and disunity...

The world doesn’t see our tears, 

they pretend our screams are silent...

This nightmare is alive,

can’t sleep every dream is violent...

Our leaders are reaming us, why?

Bleeding us dry,

telling us don’t you be defiant...
How do they look themselves in the mirror, 

don’t they see the tyrant...

We know that the monsters told them to be reliant...

On whatever orders they’re given,

even after they’ve slaughtered our women

and left us all in a pool of a depleted virus...

Yeah, you guessed it, if you see us shining...

It’s not from the sun of Mesopotamia;

it’s the uranium and phosphorus...

Collateral damage? 

That is a fantastical, irrational answer, 

it was aimed and then just dropped on us...

The bloodthirsty men on the ground maimed us and they shot at us...

They took the Tigris and they made her bloody...

They took the Euphrates and traded her for a train of money...

When you do mass murder, 

you do it with the most brutal strife...

We’re Iraqi; we don’t fall under the UN Charter’s declaration

of defending human rights...

Weapons of mass destruction? 

What the hell are you telling me...?

The only weapons of mass destruction in Iraq 

were dropped on us by the hellish thieves...

Running America, Britain and Tel Aviv...

Belittle us, like our minds are deranged and irrelevant...

Like we don’t know every car bomb 

was produced by Israeli intelligence...

What do I tell my son? 

I tell him nothing because my son is dead...

What do I tell my daughter? 

I tell her nothing because she passed from being underfed...

Every devastated block, every ruined street...

Every insult, from camel-jockey to raghead,

sand nigger to stupid freak...

Every death from the sanctions, 

every mother’s wailing...

Every doctor who said we’re sorry 

but your brother’s failing...

Every city burned, 

every village exterminated...

Every life and every killer that yearns to take it...

Every mass grave discovered beneath the rubble...

Dialects long-forgotten, 

the only language that we speak is struggle...

Every missing person shackled

and left in prison for the sodomy...

2 million dead in 8 years,

that’s the American definition of democracy...

Eternally traumatized, 

we feel stuck to know...

That this occupation will never truly get up and go...

Because these memories have touched our souls...

At 5:34 a.m. in Baghdad, 

the monsters dropped from the rotted skies...

With a single purpose: to occupy...

Then to colonize...

Then to leave us de-Islamified...

Leave our Christian brothers and sisters stricken and horrified...

We were civilization’s cradle, 

now we’re civilization’s dumping ground...

Flashbacks of Fallujah, Basra and Karbala 

when lightning strikes or the thunder pounds...

How can we not be strained from enmity...?

When these 8 years contain infinity...?

How do you measure the pain of one 

who lost those they love the most...?

How do you ask someone who has lost it all

to regain their love and hope...?

Setting up commissions to cover up your atrocities, 

set it in a place of mitigation...
Then give us international courts, 

put our fates in litigation...

But those same courts let you drop the bombs to begin with...

This system is sick in its core, 

sick from the war, 

sick from it all; 

it doesn’t get any darker than this gets...

How do we let these people tell us how humanity’s defined...?

When all of their words are candidly comprised...

Of insanity and lies...

You talk tons of peace, double speak,

when you say rescue you really mean terrorize...

Told us you’d deliver liberation and what you delivered was genocide...

You burned our Qur’ans to give us freedom of expression...

You raped our women to free them from oppression...

You molested our children, 

kidnapped them and sold them, 

you snakes...

Tortured us to civilize us, black-bagged us, 

masked us, gashed and eroded our faith...

5 million refugees have lost the meaning of home...

Victims of a centuries-old project 

to restructure Arab lands so demons can roam...

We know you consider us inferior, 

we know you call us the mistake of Ishmael...

We know our nation’s been destroyed for your Greater Israel...

We know the Zionist cancer that infected our society...

We know your democracy is enslavement, 

we see your aggression in varieties...

We know Zionism’s lust for our oil fields, 

you occupy us to invade and explore them...

Raze and extort them...

You started our misery on the day of your Purim...

Rabbinical siphoning of innocent Arab life...

We know that you consider us the Amalekites...

You transformed our Resistance into cowards, 

our scholars and clerics into dogs...

But one thing you could not do, 

was put our spirit into morgues...

Murderous persons, 

we will flip the subservience, 

stare in your face and cackle...

A people in bondage are preordained by destiny

to break the shackles...

And when the manacles crack,

the subjugators will run in fear...

Kirkuk to Salah ad-Din, Kut to Babel, ALLAH is all that governs here...

Najaf to Samarra, Kufa to Shula,

victory will take flight from the corpse of our misery...

What can bullets do against a people protected by an aura of dignity...?

Dhi Qar to Wasit, Anbar to Diyala, 

eagles will sing and angels will cry...

When we Iraqis unite against the forces of al-shaytan,

yallah the occupation will die...

We are descendants of ancients and prophets, 

Earth will shake when our pain will arise...

No respect for collaborators, 

we spit on your affiliations...

We are the people of the Fertile Crescent; 

we prefer martyrdom over humiliation...

Peace be upon Dawud, we are him now, 

you devils and your friends can be Goliath...

We refuse to ever be compliant...

The oppressors will become dirt on the feet of the oppressed,

because we are giants...

8 years of infinity wasn’t enough to keep us silent...

When the day of triumph arrives and you see us rising...

Mountains of your greed will bury you;

guess you didn’t know that karma is hard...

And we will fly into the sunset of real liberation,

 shielded by the armor of God...

Depleted uranium on your head now, 

radiation will make your body gleam...

As we bow for prayer and chant Allahu Akbar wa ALLAH ma’ el sabireen...

~ The End ~