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July 14, 2005
Raping London
His soft shaven face
Looking so alien in the
mirror, and the quiet anxiety
in him, of decisions made, passages
to be taken, after all life is a dream
And there is so much he has not done
The quiet ride to London,
getting lost in the crowd,
getting closer as their frames
stoop under the heavy burden of
Hadises, Sourettes, words of prophets
and the rise of a heritage that is
So misbegotten, and mislead, he washes
his face, says another TAKBIR, he has not eaten
He has to get there, with all the ferver
of the eighteen years he has lived
He pushes ahead,
and as they seprate,
he feels the loneliness of ages
sitting in the Tube, as it moves
side by side, he closes his eyes
as the minutes close in, and feels
a sordid rise in him as he pushes the button
Raping London, Raping lives, whorring his religeon
with all the ferver of a boy out for mating.
Posted by Idinraha at July 14, 2005 03:40 PM
Comments
wow...the perfect description, a Rape. Leaves me in chills...
Posted by: Metal at July 14, 2005 05:50 PM
It is nice to see you back in my pages, and I am glad you liked it
Posted by: Idinraha at July 14, 2005 06:10 PM
It is nice to see you are still welcoming. And always gracious
Posted by: metal at July 15, 2005 11:46 AM
well as you know through out our colabration, you, and your poems have had a great effect on my writing, and on top of it, you are pretty, and I would never refuse a visit from a pretty girl, would like to write a guest rant for me ?
Posted by: Idinraha at July 15, 2005 12:56 PM
A guest rant? About anything I want??
Posted by: Metal at July 15, 2005 01:58 PM
About anyhing you like, like the last time, no boundries, so what about that
Posted by: Idinraha at July 15, 2005 02:35 PM
I think I can do that...I have lots to write about, many things I've been through lately and new discoveries...thank you for the invite.
Posted by: Metal at July 15, 2005 02:54 PM
Only you are preceptive enough to make the very accurate and subtle, but real, connection between violence and sex. Rape in all its varieties, always starts in a man's crotch. It is there, that the weight of antiquiated laws sanction the castration of his mind in the hopes that his spirit may also become impotent. This is the recruituiment tactic employed to coerce young men to submit to a blind faith which promises to redeem both, mind and spirit in the next life, if only they are prepared to seek vengence on a world which celebrates both in this one.
Posted by: Inasy at August 4, 2005 12:02 AM
I think that is the tragedy that many do not have any concept of it. These young men, recuruted, braunwashed, and I could feel the desperation of them as they go to do what they do, and such a waste, such a deciet. being a father, a teacher, and leaving your eight month old infan to go and do this,........ thanks for your comment as usuall your words, and thoughts makes coming here so much better,
Posted by: Idinraha at August 4, 2005 09:55 AM
I LIKE THIS POST A LOT! OOH! IT IS SO SMART!
Posted by: Ayah at August 4, 2005 11:02 AM
Wow Ayah, such a great surprise, I am sure your mother knows that you are visiting here, hopefuly suoervised. I am so glad you like the poem, and I hope your book is coming out good, I amk having so much fun writing mine, hopefully in a few years I will send you a copy. and thanks for your generous comments.
Posted by: Idinraha at August 4, 2005 11:27 AM
OH my , her mother did not know she was here. She is sly, that daughter of mine. Forgive her, she just happens to be a BIG FAN OF YOURS, perhaps because her mother is. You know how little girls love to emulate thier mothers, I will be more cautious next time..
Posted by: Inasy at August 4, 2005 02:25 PM