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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It appeared on the doorpost as a Cyclops' smiley face For some Cyclops WhatsApp icon, but red-themed application Yes gruesome red, in contrast to the expectation You would get from a smiley face, even for a Cyclops. It quizzed my curiosity and I dug further on Google’s interface. It appeared on the search page as the queen Isis, Long told in Hieroglyphics, Cyrillic and Roman alphabet, Patroness, mother, queen, blessings with love met, But unlike these grim Arabic script in an ominous logo, And tales of death, pain littered with deeper crises It told of “nuun”, 14th letter of a blessed script In which many beautiful and wise thoughts found life, A letter which told of blessing and not of strife Being in a position multiple of seven, a number blessed By God Himself when he Earth and Heaven in 7 breaths whipped It told of the Magen David, a shining star, which should be a good thing Only that it brings memories of gaunt bodies piled in trucks And human experimentation, and as history at our door knocks And Isis or Isil opens to let in what we dread most “Nuun” is stuck in my iris with pain and scary sting. For I have seen the blank stare of heads painting in red drips the pickets And Leonidas’ 300-style gore re-enacted in modern city streets As heads are divorced from bodies and all around are scared heartbeats For even bloodied child clothes cover head-less bodies, As Christians are beheaded like one would roast crickets. It brings back memories of my ancestors up in the Samba regions, Fleeing the harsh choice given to them by the jihadists: To adorn the village picket or join the cause of the Islamist, Forced to create a third choice, which was to leave their homes, Friends and family to pseudo-Islam or lurid lethal lesions. Is it that time again for Iraqi Christians? Shall the world once again watch the Red Indians’,Tutsis’, and Jews’ Story take gruesome form and hack through human sinews? How many litres of innocent blood, and kilogrammes of hacked Christian flesh Are needed to realise the vanity in the life of Homo sapiens? (c) Nyonglema
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