Three War Poems: Al-Qaeda's Dark Chiefs, Off the Coast of Somalia & To Vietnam

Al-Qaeda's Dark Chiefs


From gravid dugouts and brooding ramparts,
Blasphemous they wound the lands and minds with death!
They have turned upon the world with cannons’ from Hell,
Until many millions of mother’s eyes are wet!
Ravage they say, even God’s holiness…!
For the gates of Paradise are open now:
Another ruin for their youth on earth,
And ashes they fined, and shall not forget:

Some by the devastation of their guns,
Some by the tempest-shock, of rockets,
And yet some by the slow removal of their children
Thus, the downfall comes, betrayer to their own kind!
But at the inauguration of their credo
The lying words of their Clergy,
Sink their honor and their souls to dust.

(1-8-2009)(No: 2538)




Off the Coast of Somalia


Near all evil that the tongue can name,
Somewhere in the pits wherein we think resides Hell,
Oh! Deep, deep, deep below the crust of the earth
There is a secular abyss called the Coast of Somalia,
A place secular, of human shame:
Here is where the monster ships of the earth sail
And the worms and snakes may find a cell:
They are called the Pirates of the sea
And they capture the ships, for ransom.
But now the pirate hunters have come
(The Russians, Americans, and Chinese)
To eat the fancied devils, where they dwell
And find their honor and thine own the same.

(1-8-2009)(No: 2539)



To Vietnam

The names that time shall turn one’s stomach to recall,
Now polluted in the jungles and waters of Vietnam,
In which, not so long ago, armies worked their dark desires,
And in whose slime each soldier had to crawl,
Today, I remember them all!

(1-8-2009)(No: 2540)