Poessay: Rosary 4 - Adam and Eve Limited - II
satan's wrinkled face a weather map
a maze of high and low pressure rings
lines scurrying, dipping and curving
as he smiled the wrinkles formed crescents
how can this man be satan thought i
looks can be deceptive, said his eyes
'if you truly are the satan
why are you not leading us astray?'
asked hamid, not one to hold his peace
'nah,' the old man said as he inhaled
'my mission here is accomplished.'
the sun was still up - we're in no rush
he puffed on his pipe and continued
'aye, i knew him when he traversed
the sands that hid the black gold beneath
(their feet)
measured his actions diligently
Voice of Allah named him his followers
i who served Him since eternity
bid my time to checkmate VoA
and his followers with wile and guile
the battle of the camel then siffin
and my coup de grace, karbela
oblivious of my victory
his followers spread east and west
in palaces with petty intrigues
my patience is legendary
i rest, waiver nor falter ever
nothing is oblivious to me
sunnis, shiites, sufis all whimper
and are enslaved by a mecca
that i created in their minds
i swear by my Allah who favoured
clay over light, me over you
even muhammed will disown you
there is nothing left for me to do.'
Poessay: Rosary 1 - Pink Sand Beach
Poessay: Rosary 2 - Fishing
Poessay: Rosary 3 - Adam and Eve Limited - I
posted by temporal at 10/31/2010
4 Comments:
wow. this was rather excellent.
thanks
what i really liked was this issue you brought up re: islam's immediate corruption. i have often wondered about what to make of the religion when it literally got ripped apart seconds after the death of its Prophet. you feel that nursing grievances about the wrongdoing can't be enough - what is the way of purging that initial sin/heresy/game? i still can't articulate exactly what i mean to say, which is why this work resonated so well. would love to hear more of your thoughts on this matter.
the succession struggle was multi dimensional. one needs a lifetime to analyse. and even then perhaps not succeed. too many prisms to view it. passage of time exacerbated objectivity. we are victims of our past. wonder if we can ever shake it off?
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