Ashoura
Copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette

Arabia weeps through my eyes
a pain dry like the last leftover
bread of 1990.

Karbala welcomes in mourning
the pilgrims that have dared
to cross the black waters of hatred.

On the shore, beings without limbs
Sit on the expiry dates
of the baby powder milk tins
A fine year for the united nation garbage depot
Their paradise is but a few decades behind.

the newborns' heartbeats die fast in the chest of Saddam
Ashoura sheds tears of blood for every new murder.
On her lap, millions of newborn wait to die in the hour.
Hear the call of the hawker, in the pool of innocent blood
23 dinars the tin of UN leniency, 1990 a very fine year
on the way to Karbala...

Copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette-2000