In the shadow of the night, a woman stands,
Her eyes, as chilly as the winter's winds,
Her hand raised high, a sword in her hand,
Her face, a mask of pure malice.
She towers over a man, his body on a bed,
A red river flowing out of his neck,
He struggles in desperation, trying to save himself,
A killing slice, one filled with hatred.
But there is more to this scene than meets the eye,
The man she has slain is no ordinary foe,
He is Holofernes, the leader of the Assyrians,
A warlord known for his savagery and vileness.
And the woman, grasping the blade,
Is Judith, a widow, a young survivor,
And she shall not rest until he is dead,
For he has brought only suffering to her and her land.
Categories:
assyrians, art, conflict, death, murder,
Form: Ekphrasis
The fault line streamed from the Nazi state,
The Jewish Shoah, Holocaustic fate.
Mongolia, Croatia, and Belarus,
Humanity had no excuse.
Rwanda, Burundi, and South Sudan,
The full scope of terror's sad sway,
In Cambodia they pointed their fingers
To where the horrid 'Killing Fields' lay.
The dire purges in Mother Russia, by the brutal Stalinist guild,
Ancient Turkey, the Ottoman Empire, so many Armenians killed,
And legions of Greeks to their deaths there went,
Assyrians too, until nearly spent.
The fault line leaves remains that burn,
We see them ever, and then,
The hard way is how we have to learn,
Over and over again.
The fault line runs on steel rails across the "American" land,
A tomb, a gloom, an iron doom, for my wife's native band.
Categories:
assyrians, death, future, grief, history,
Form: Rhyme
OH! Phoenix, teach me your ways and means
How to reproduce oneself unlike beings
You! The resident of an oak or Palm tree
Living up to a life of hundred years free.
OH! Darling of Assyrians, teach me your ways and means
Ye! the depositor of the temple of the sun
How to lift my own cradle and parent’s sepulcher
And carrying it to the city of Heliopolis in Egypt
Oh! The Sun worshiper, teach me your ways and means
Ye, the consumer of frankincense and odoriferous gums
without eating apple or flowers not to remain numb
And how to come to life from my own ashes.
Categories:
assyrians, fantasy, me, life, me,
Form: Rhyme