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Details | Rhyme | |

Confessions of a Terrorist...

Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.

Now I look back to think….

Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was,
Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss,
I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world,
To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl.

Arms and ammunitions to me they gave,
To destroy the world, the path they paved.
Rigorous physical training I was given,
On the path of “Jihad’I was driven.

I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school,
To a fidayeen…oh so cool.”
With pots of money  l was lured,
A place in paradise..I was assured.


Reading the  terror email from the Mujahideen,
I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen.
With the ammunitions, I was on my way,
On the path of destruction that they laid.
“Explode bombs, shoot and kill”,
They said “that is what was Allah’s will.”
An obedient student I was in their list,
Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist!

As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood,
Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud!
Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me,
Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me.

To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came,
Hated worldover a terrorist I became!
No one would come I felt
I was misled! I silently wept.

Jihad would never get me paradise,
Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise.
I am unable to bear this and want to die,
And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry.

I neither can live nor die in peace ,
Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees.
Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed,
Was this by Allah, in me instilled?

I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go,
What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh!
I have now to face all those I murdered,
What do I answer them, I ponder.

Spread love and peace is the message of God,
I have now learnt the message of the Lord.
I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,”
I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!”





Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist.
This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love 
is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.


Details | Elegy | |

Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…


Details | Prose | |

Goddess

They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.


Details | Sestina | |

cursed to exhale

If i could exhale, really exhale,
To expire the rubble of the ages, 
1000 years of dread off my belly,
and my fingertips once so dainty
then could grasp stars and not burn,
 I dig my face into the dirt and find eternity.

i gazed into the jackals eyes and he spoke to me from eternity
he said "follow closely so that i might teach you to exhale
and maybe dear in return a smile upon your face will burn"
an expression lost on my brittle jaw for ages
so i walk upon the crust of the earth now bruised and dainty
yet i feel growth between my toes and swelling in my belly

woe does bewilderment plague me here, tearing up my belly
then a soft green garden snake cradles me into eternity,
i watch her curl and dance across the soil of this dainty
room, she looks back from her slither reminding me to exhale,
have i been lost for all these ages?
or have i simply been afraid to burn?

and thus so is it my place to burn?
for i feel welcomed and smooth yet i have poison in my belly
and tomorrow i will remember the pain of the ages
may i retain the knowledge of eternity
or become bodily again when i exhale?
or have no question that my thoughts and ideas are dainty

i have visions of my presence siting crossed and dainty
breathing barley and quiet as i burn
surrounded by a castle of tones that bring me to exhale
into the mouth of god and back into my belly
i feel my self escaping and gasping for eternity
coming back down to the end of my ages

i could sit and cry for the death of the ages 
but this life i despise growing and rooting, dainty
yes, paltry no, and tattering for the rest of my eternity
yet i recall the jackal and his feet where the earth does burn
and i miss the poison in my belly
it not escapes me, but it crusades me to exhale.

before and after the ages, the world will burn and my body will lie dainty 
on the ground filling her great belly with the poison of eternity cursed to exhale.


Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Rhyme | |

Seeking accompany

Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.


Details | Lyric | |

For You And Me

It  was  for you and me ,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,


Details | Sonnet | |

Drifting In the Hale-Bopp

        DRIFTING IN THE HALE-BOPP
The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to the mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.

We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
and is it all worked out, with little choice?

Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?

      Is there a sign that's ever flown the sky
       or is it just a dream where-in we die?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Narrative | |

THAT NOTHINGNESS EXISTS

It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food

I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth 
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself

A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.

As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!


UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
Sabah
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435


Details | Ballade | |

To The Syrian Child

Dedicated to all the children who were
Victims of the conflicts in Syria

You have heard more grenades crack at dawn
As bullets wizz beneath your pale sun-
O Syrian Child! Whose family has been torn
By Taliban glories and Tribal rivalries.

O Syrian Child! To whom pain sets the day
To whom bliss only exists in the books-
You lost your sense of smile
And forgot to dream like every child.

O Syrian Child! before you she perished-
That sweet mother, blown in her parish:
You watched her Kick, as she supplicated you:
"Flee son, flee to Yabroud. Flee!! Alahu agba.

O Syrian Child! She was your only mark,
Since dad had fallen years gone and dark.
The Bomb had gotten her, as it had gotten him-
And now you are left to the world's cruel hymn.

Wipe your eyes, O syrian Child!
The pain bleeds your tender heart-
The terror of your people is a pile:
O child! How I dream you were a blissful lad.

Go down on your mat,
Pray, pray! pound out to Him,
Call out to him, sweet Allah,
He knows your broiled dilemma.

He knows, he knows, O Syrian Child!
Allah knows - that very God we worship.
There are tears in his tender eyes, 
As he watches his people in ruin.

O child! there is a way up yonder
The Lamb rubs his head against you
Urging you to hope for joy by
Looking up to that God, Allah!


Details | Free verse | |

Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.


Details | Sonnet | |

Vrbanja - Bridge of Death - Sarajevo 1995

 VRBANJA - BRIDGE OF DEATH - SARAJEVO 1995
You steal the light when there is none to see
when there is nothing left, you take it all,
For Sarajevo. just the shell of we
stands mesmerized; and backed against the wall. 

Our Balken moon's behind some branches bare
We watch it move so slow and lovingly
until it leaves the trees behind, and there,
is just the shadow of its smile to see.

No one may loose the power of ones dreams
to bathe in sunlight of a brighter day,
we stay to die where love's not what it seems,
you speak to us in words you never say.

Our sniper waits, across the Bridge of Death
in air so cold, we only see his breath.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


Details | Didactic | |

Silent Conversation Of Two Wounded Soldiers

Motherland
is ruined to ground and I’ve only an hour or less 
to spend my life. 

The enemy of my people, a bit stronger 
and seems happy to have more time 
to live his, stands before me.

I always thought that great Allah 
was with me; I’m a faithful Muslim. He is 
a devoted Christian. I saw him, ere we exchanged 
bullets of anger, intently calling to his 
Father (household name of his so called God)

Now, we’re slaving ourselves, thinking. 

With our guns pointing at each other, 
would he let me live, or would I let him go?  

Ah, what are we goin’ to do with our short 
remaining breath, continue killing each other 
or mend our wounds?

Or, should we still ask the god(s)
to solve these issues at hand?


Details | Free verse | |

The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


Details | I do not know? | |

AFGHANASTAN WINTER

         AFGHANASTAN  WINTER
The freeze has brought them to a winters' night
they've made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.

There's no repent for killing as it's done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.

And to this chaos, we have paved the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its frigid call,
and brings another dark and longest day.

The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all has slipped away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
but laid to rest in later years,
and right is not defined until the last.
© ron wilson the Doylestown Poet


Details | Verse | |

angry for GAZA

Yesterday in GAZA 
  
I saw a mother's tears 
  
About his family martyrs 
  
You don't know how I felt 
  
I thought I'll kill myself 
  
I used to ask her (myself) 
  
How can I go there ? 
  
How can I help them ? 
  
Why am not I brave ? 
  
Especially this time 
  
Why am I so late ? 
  
Why do I stay behind ? 
  
My wall's shade 
  
I wanted to fight, didn't I ? 
  
Why am I scared from the fake ? 
  
Sons of Zion, the wrongdoers by their crimes 
  
This is a big mistake 
  
How can I go ? 
  
In order to show 
  
To all this world 
  
How I shall swallow 
  
This Israel, like the pea 
  
Mix it with the peach 
  
I'm not joking here 
  
It's just I wanna volunteer 
  
By everything I've, even it's my ears


Details | I do not know? | |

Killing in Allahs Name

Killing in Allah’s Name…

…

Pieces of burnt flesh,

splattered,
in a school,
a market-place,
a temple,
a synagogue,
a mosque,
a church,

a man,
a woman,
a child,

charred hands, smouldering corpses, fractured bodies,
torn limbs,
dismembered human beings,

just human beings,

dead, murdered,

in Allah’s name…

…A 4 year old boy,
11 year old girl,
78 year old man,
40 year old mother of six,

killed, murdered,

in Allah’s name…

…Gandhi said ‘an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind’…

…

Complicit by my silence,

I stand in shame,

of the bigotry,
racism,
sectarianism,communalism,
religious fanaticism,
wars of aggression,
invasions of distant countries,
jingoism,
flag-waving ‘my country right or wrong’,
extremism,
blind nationalism,

perpetrated in my name…

…I refuse to be silent,
to be complicit,

while the slaughter continues,

each day,

in the name of god,
of country,
of creed,
of sexual-orientation,
of caste,

I refuse to be cowed,
to be complicit by my silence,

as the killing,
murdering,
slaughtering continues…

…You who kill innocents,

you who shroud your slaughter in scripture,

you who drape your aggression in flags,

you who cloak your hate in anthems,

you who veil your intolerance in finely-tuned semantics,

you who bomb school-buses,
playgrounds,
churches,
mosques,
temples,
synagogues,
libraries,
shopping-malls,
market-places,

have lost.

…You may sow terror,

you may pound cities from afar,

you may wreak havoc,

yet you have lost,

as,

you cannot kill us all!

We shall always be many, many more!

_________

“…all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing…” – Edmund Burke


Details | Lyric | |

Same Boat

I woke up this morning and I took my breath,
prayed to Allah that I took that step.
Making it's hard but I cooked what's left
and saved the rest for the family
can of peas
that I took off the shelf,
you understanding me.
I have dreams so everyday I stand and freelance styles
it's been the same process sense I was a child now,
I write a song every other day the other days
I discover ways to put a buck in the bank hussling.
We all struggling, financially I hate
to see my mom stumbling loosing her job again.
Forget sobbing when the times get tough,
put in overtime at my job
dimes stack up, it's not enough....listen.
Bills rack up out my checks they take half
I spend the rest on food and music you do the math.
Everyday is like another step taken,
we're in the same boat all trying to make it.

I know it's people that think it's fine where I'm at,
but they haven't seen through the eyes of Iraq.
Suicide bombers take lives they die fast,
even little kids hold knives that slice back
at US militants, orders from Bin Laden
land hold killers even innocents get blasted.
Car bombs go off,
youngen buying bread for mother
gets his leg blown off for him it's so hard.
That life I want no part so Allah
I fight through life writting like I've been
struck by the venom of white vipers.
Might not see the next day the best way
to write until I'm dead face
down shot up from tech spray.
I live and die for the music
it's all love don't try to confuse it.
Until then don't judge my soul, I know
you know the feeling let's roll we in the same boat.


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Me, Where Are We Now

Dear god, where are you now?

My family is gone, killed by the pox.

My money is gone, taken by the bankers. 

My purpose is gone, dead with my love.

My life is gone, smothered by sin.

Dear god, where are you now?

Everything was joyful.

Everything was true. 

Everything was happy. 

Everything was you.

Dear god, where are you now?

I am empty.

I am sad.

I am withered.

I am dead.

Dear god. Where are you now?



Dear child, where am I now?

Look to the trees, Vibrant and green.

Look to the waters, alive in how they gleam.

Look to the ground, solid in body.

Look to the wind, filled with soul.

Dear child, where am I now?

Beneath the bed where you rest.

Beside the child who you blessed.

Beyond the winter.

Before the summer.

Dear child, where am I now?

Your heart aches with your loss, I ache with you.

You pound the ground in desperation, my earth rumbles all over in pain.

You cry yourself to sleep at night, I shower the ground with my tears.

You ask me why, why, why, I cannot answer for you wouldn't understand.

Dear child, where are we now?




Details | Free verse | |

No Surprise

Death is a lie. sometimes we cry never knowing they fly up so high. I dreamed that I died but did not fly. Fire and Ice purged all my crimes, when i tried to unwind i was felled from behind. why do we cry when death is always by our side. Friends I do some times cry when death leaves my side but those tears must subside for I know they now fly high into the sky. As I pay for my crimes death walks by my side, as i pray that I die death leaves me behind and another one flys as another one dies. I pray its a lie as more angels fly, I sigh for thats my reply when leaves my side.


Details | Narrative | |

Black Sin

Praying on my knees,
Hoping that Allah can forgive me
From the sins
That gives me pleasure,
Much pleasure.

Sin is all I know,
Sin is my way of living.
It’s the only thing that’s
Worth living for…
To me atleast,
Then came the torture,
My heart throbs, angrily
As the floor shakes, constantly.

I run to the place
Where I keep my deadly weapons,
“Black Sins”, some may call it,
But all I want to do is save myself,
Not my family…
I know what they are after.
I am dead,
I know, 
But I can’t go down
Without a fight.

“Allah, please forgive me”…
I gathered my “black sin”
And headed towards the family room,
To my surprise,
I had several unexpected guests…
But only three caught my attention.
It wasn’t a pretty sight,
For I knew that I was going to die
A DEATH much similar to the people
I had MURDERED.

They shot my wife,
But I just wanted to save myself,
I had plenty of wives…
I ran downstairs
To see my death approach me,
Something that I thought I would never see.
All of a sudden I felt pain,
An excruiting pain,
Build up in my brain.
“Allah, please for—“
I was out.
I was solid.
I was dead.


Details | Free verse | |

WANDERING SOULS


Wandering human beings each 
Enslaved by personally true doctrines of the existence or
Inescapably twisted with the nonexistence of the Existing One 
Rampantly whirls around to face thousands of destinies all in one: 
Death in color: paganism, science cutting edge, madness, and suicide.
 
Dla, November 17, 2014
Jaafar Sadig el Waad


Details | Rhyme | |

Nine-Eleven Recovered

He, on loan from faith, stared skyward
Eyes hoisted flagless where the boom broke
And saw through that window forward
Coming, what no imagination could evoke.
 
Some men like fledglings have learnt to fly,
And yet to land give craft to chance
These Allah gives hedonistic reward to die
Was how they still explain the significance
 
Of that jihad frightened fissable fuming
Out of scowling morning, sudden
Like the judgment some long awaiting
Before the promised gift of heaven
 
And after that like an Edenic shock wave
Day unfolded dark gray dust and smoke
Fear saw nothing beyond the sudden grave
Love and quarrels interrupted like a joke
 
A second chance never to be tolled again
Where hearts like arthritic fingers petrified
With pain, exit without farewell, and the rain
Of sorrow's tears dilute the deluge that cried.
 
And so seeing his last unbelief, he heard
The curdled scream surrounding him
The shaking world, the boom undeterred
By prayer, crucifex, or child forgotten hymn.
 
And when like archeologist sifting dust to find
Doubt lost in a crevice of mind, they came
Scraping with emotions, brimming and blind
With grains of dust out of a tumult of flame
 
I stood too, alone in my sudden vulnerability
Seeing what's left of arrogance and city
Then upswooped by feathered sense of empathy
Beheld, and could not grasp the new reality.
 
The world more secure is less forever sure
Freedom is frittered by a pale fanged fear
And I for all our frenzy found no crafted cure
And in my heart a boom still lingers there.


Details | I do not know? | |

GOD'S HAND

Another day like so many others
With American's blood spilling on foreign sand,
So many wounded and so many lives have been lost
There are so many led to heaven by God's hand.

How many soldiers do we have to sacrifice
To satisfy this political and useless war,
We can not win against the Arabs
For they just keep coming back for more.

They sacrifice their own women and children
Arming them with bombs and other war fare,
So they can hide behind them in cowardness
They it is what Allah wants, but they do not care.

The militia has fought for hundreds of years
They will not allow an Iraq government to be formed,
They abhor Americans and our troops interfering there
So they will keep killing them as they have warned.

Keep our troops safe while they are there
May God bless them for what they stand,
Because they are brave and will keep fighting
Till God leads them out by his hand.

Their children are growing up without a parent
Having to face life the best they can,
Though they know they died a hero
And was lead out by God's hand.

They know they will have to be very strong
Yet still some are to young to understand,
As they grow older and understand what happened
May God give them strength and lead them by his hand.