“Deir ez-Zor” Tatul Sonentz (2012)
To
all deniers…
Come
Sing
with me
The
sad song born
In
the slit throats of my kin
A
wretched distant dirge
Long
smothered by
Desert
sands and
Scattered
by ill
Winds
of
Denial
Come
Let
us listen
To
the echoes
Of
unsung lullabies
Rising
in both volume
And
pitch from mouths
That
once sucked on
Withered
breasts of
Dead
mothers
Raped
and
Beaten
to
A
pulp
Come
and
Lend
an ear to
The
somber gibber
Of
solumn academics
Bartered
and bought
On
slick markets
Of
petrodollars
Dispensed
by
Merchants
Of
lies
Come
Raise
your
Voice
with those
Whose
past is silence
And
the present darkness
Even
in the light of day
That
rises red on that
Hot
slaughterhouse
named
Der Zor…
Come
shed
A
tear or
Two…
For
your dead souls.
Tatul Sonentz
04/24/11
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