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THEMOTIONAL THURSDAY: Egypt is Burning

Posted by Shadow Wolfe on February 3, 2011 at 11:32 PM

Themotional Thursday: Egypt is Burning

 

I am utterly wrought with grief over the Egypt thing right now. If you haven't been watching the news let me recap.. peaceful week long protest askign the President to step down.. President sends in his own organized supporters and police dressed as civilians as he can now say no.. he won't step down for 7 month.. .. the supporters fires molotov's and gunfire into the crowd from the rooftops and hurl rocks and blocks of conceret.. full of families.. small children.. bloodbath.. over 600 hurt.. atleast 3 killed in a confirmed way... tears everywhere..The soliders who let it all go on saying they had valid points seem to be waiting ot see what side ot back and actually refused ot protect women and children and keep it peaceful.. the anti-government protesters came unarmed to stay peaceful but also defended themselves... and God Bess them the Anti-government protesters aren't leaving the square.. and they plan to stay tomorrow too...  They are tired of the corruption.. of being in the terroist path.. done... and so far the US and Britian are chastizing the President of Egypt and telling him to step down.... I think context is enough this week.. let's see what your words can give birth to in this mess..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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8 Comments

Reply Tammy Hendrix
6:06 PM on February 5, 2011 
forced acceptance
unruly rules
unfair treatment
disgraced, dishonored
my exhaustion
leaves me
one choice
hear me
I say
no more!


(Shadow... I think your heart and passion for these atrocities is noble. Great challenge.)
Reply Cutter
2:25 PM on February 5, 2011 
Tired,
so tire,
the fires
alive,
snaking in chains
like deep sea creatures,
the whips of Djinns,
cracking, crackling,
calling at their supersonic ends,
for change.

Me became I,
became we,
the people,
demand to be heard,
our voices setting the night ablaze,
this ancient land
filled again
with the unsettled,
hungry for a future
on their own terms.

We are struggling violently
to be reborn,
progressive in our antiquity,
and even in the face of rage,
we will paint new language
on our tomorrows.

This is not easy,
nor will it be,
this is Egypy,
it is not a land of ease.
Reply MrDaMan
2:20 AM on February 5, 2011 
Ha! I see it now, at first I thought you meant in content, but yeah it does. Quite by accident yes... but serendipity is a wondrous thing. Thanks for pointing that out it works beautifully for this piece.

Shadow Wolfe says...
OMG I love, love , LOVE this. The best part is likely accidental: the poem as the side view of a pregnant woman to it, like Rebirth.. or was it intentional?? Take credit either way because the imagry with the poem is brilliant.. brith of a new civilization in the cradle of life itself.

My god a great write!! Brillience magnified.. This should be a video of yours, babes!

Thanks for contributing!!
Reply Shadow Wolfe
11:25 AM on February 4, 2011 
MrDaMan says...
Egypt, Together We Prey
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The little people dare to stand,
they dare to shuffle in the road
before giants with secular guns.
Who dares to block the path?

Theological and corrupt fingers
compete on deathly triggers
to vie for the harvest of flesh.
Much too eager to sacrifice.

The ancient dust is unsettled,
as the multitude of tiny feet
scamper across partisan lines.
Seeking justice and finding none.

And the howling winds of change
gather the earthly martyred innocent,
and lash them about passionately epic.
In an inhuman storm of bullets and fire.

Somewhere in a rich storied land and
layered upon the banks of a mighty river,
are the nurtured sediments of little people.
Ghosts of history rocking the civilized cradle.

Pharaoh?s and Queens, Mighty Kings and giants.
Not even Imperial Rome could hold them forever.
Destiny flows from this spigot of Earth and blood,
a muddy barbarous civility, crushed rock and sand.

Oh Egypt, father of cooperation, mother of peace.
The world weeps with you and shares the shame.
We build towers to the sky and beseech God.
Forever to our own ends? together we prey.



OMG I love, love , LOVE this. The best part is likely accidental: the poem as the side view of a pregnant woman to it, like Rebirth.. or was it intentional?? Take credit either way because the imagry with the poem is brilliant.. brith of a new civilization in the cradle of life itself.

My god a great write!! Brillience magnified.. This should be a video of yours, babes!

Thanks for contributing!!
Reply Shadow Wolfe
11:23 AM on February 4, 2011 
Grady McShane says...
Muzzle Flash Moments


LOVE IT! Such a great repitive element and driving and then a battle cry at the end! Superb! Thanks for coming in!!

Hatred consumes like vandal fires;
liars toss fuel on the flames.


Names of peaceful gods; now cries of war.
Fancy flesh is torn away from nude souls.


Holes in a flag, holes in a building,
holes in the head of a child.


Piles of rocks, piles of dreams,
piles of bodies and ash.


Muzzle flash moments;
components of time bombs


arranged by clandestine hands.
Demands in smoke, peace restored,


swords slid back into their sheaths.
Beneath the red shiny apple skin,
worms have consumed the sweet truth.


Cease the violence, cease the movement,
cease the will to be free.


We kill, we die,
we surrender, we fall


back into the graves
from which we arose.


There is no life
with a knife to your throat


and boots on the necks
of your babies.


Fight on!
Reply MrDaMan
10:54 AM on February 4, 2011 
Egypt, Together We Prey
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The little people dare to stand,
they dare to shuffle in the road
before giants with secular guns.
Who dares to block the path?

Theological and corrupt fingers
compete on deathly triggers
to vie for the harvest of flesh.
Much too eager to sacrifice.

The ancient dust is unsettled,
as the multitude of tiny feet
scamper across partisan lines.
Seeking justice and finding none.

And the howling winds of change
gather the earthly martyred innocent,
and lash them about passionately epic.
In an inhuman storm of bullets and fire.

Somewhere in a rich storied land and
layered upon the banks of a mighty river,
are the nurtured sediments of little people.
Ghosts of history rocking the civilized cradle.

Pharaoh?s and Queens, Mighty Kings and giants.
Not even Imperial Rome could hold them forever.
Destiny flows from this spigot of Earth and blood,
a muddy barbarous civility, crushed rock and sand.

Oh Egypt, father of cooperation, mother of peace.
The world weeps with you and shares the shame.
We build towers to the sky and beseech God.
Forever to our own ends? together we prey.
Reply Missy (AKA MRS. Wordmachinist)
9:54 PM on February 3, 2011 
Grady McShane says...
Muzzle Flash Moments




Hatred consumes like vandal fires;
liars toss fuel on the flames.


Names of peaceful gods; now cries of war.
Fancy flesh is torn away from nude souls.


Holes in a flag, holes in a building,
holes in the head of a child.


Piles of rocks, piles of dreams,
piles of bodies and ash.


Muzzle flash moments;
components of time bombs


arranged by clandestine hands.
Demands in smoke, peace restored,


swords slid back into their sheaths.
Beneath the red shiny apple skin,
worms have consumed the sweet truth.


Cease the violence, cease the movement,
cease the will to be free.


We kill, we die,
we surrender, we fall


back into the graves
from which we arose.


There is no life
with a knife to your throat


and boots on the necks
of your babies.


Fight on!



This piece is so very strong, and absolutely gut wrenching work. Excellent!
Reply Grady McShane
5:07 PM on February 3, 2011 
Muzzle Flash Moments




Hatred consumes like vandal fires;
liars toss fuel on the flames.


Names of peaceful gods; now cries of war.
Fancy flesh is torn away from nude souls.


Holes in a flag, holes in a building,
holes in the head of a child.


Piles of rocks, piles of dreams,
piles of bodies and ash.


Muzzle flash moments;
components of time bombs


arranged by clandestine hands.
Demands in smoke, peace restored,


swords slid back into their sheaths.
Beneath the red shiny apple skin,
worms have consumed the sweet truth.


Cease the violence, cease the movement,
cease the will to be free.


We kill, we die,
we surrender, we fall


back into the graves
from which we arose.


There is no life
with a knife to your throat


and boots on the necks
of your babies.


Fight on!