Best Martyred Poems
Masha Amini was an Iranian woman who was kept captive in jail for clamoring for Women’s Rights. Later she died in police custody under suspicious circumstances. Her death led to widespread civil unrest and protests. This is in the voice of Masha/ Civil uprising in Iran-Year, 2022
What crime did I do to deserve this?
To be brutally beaten and imprisoned?
When rapists, rogues and robbers roam scot-free
What crime did I do to deserve this persecution?
I am a woman of self-respect and dignity
I believe man and woman have equal rights
I wish to see my sisters walk in dignity
I can’t but rebel against all man-made manacles,
That bind a woman’s hands and legs,
Putting shackles on her mind, and body.
My mind revolts when we can’t walk free.
So offensive it is to cover our heads with hijab
And wrap ourselves in several folds of linen.
I feel it a blatant denial of human rights.
I am sure the unreasonable restrictions imposed,
Will smother and cripple the fair sex.
I am allegedly arrested and am now in prison bars,
For violating and disrespecting Iran’s ‘Modesty code’
The fanatics dream that with my death,
The clamor for freedom will die down.
I am sure it will only blaze fierce in future days,
Thousands will join, holding hands,
Pledging their solidarity for a common cause,
Drawing inspiration from me and women like me.
Again, our shrieks for freedom,
Can never be stifled or silenced.
In cloistered darkness, I wait,
Hoping to witness a bright sunrise.
A flying milky dove was shot dead; drops of blood fell on soil and poppies bloomed.
Date : 10/12/2016
Note : For the Contest (Sad One Line) by Silent One.
*Placed First*
Inspired by the recent tragic incidents and current political affairs of the world. It's gruesome to see what is happening all around in the name of power.
His soul watches in absolute silence,
As the stream of mourners visit his grave,
Offering their heartfelt condolences,
To his grieving widow, asking her to be brave.
His dead heart still melts at the sight of his daughter,
Who buries her head in her mother's chest,
Tears pouring incessantly, in place of their erstwhile laughter.
As they watch his mortal remains being laid to rest.
His wife is still in a state of shock,
Reeling under the grief of his demise,
She feels as if her life seems to mock,
At her sorry state, giving her unwanted advice.
How he wishes this war had never taken place!
None would have lost their lives,
Had there been Lord Almighty's grace,
They would be with their children and wives.
Man does not realize the futility of a war,
It brings about destruction and leaves behind a scar,
Of pain and death that is not needed,
Seldom in his greed for power, has a man ever heeded,
To the words of wisdom given by the men of knowledge with deep insight,
He will prefer to die than giving up without a fight.
As days... of past
and tis of even now
Evil is around
Tis a Man who came
Stating he is to protect
He states he is my bodygaurd
he will never leave me...
As he is always near
Stating I am to be protected
for evil is around
they be coming to hunt me down
as I looked at him...
once again
I said.. I not worry
For my Lord protects
As tis man
then proclaims
that he has come
in Jesus Christ's Name..
For tis he is sent
to protect me from
many whom think
they are doing right
but tis be...
truly they not
for they want to use me
as a living sacrifice
for their god...
As I then said Wow...
from what???
What tis be???
Then I found many gather
Claiming tis coming Sunday
that soon shall be
as of Last Night
I was informed
they are arranging
tis planning
to use me...
as some Living Sacrifice
so I can be reborn!!?!
Tis as my bodygaurd
tis informed
he now tis gaurding me
even more...
As time is to be
If I am so shall be
Martyred for my Lord
Perhaps maybe
tis is why I was born???...
Many shall be Martyred
Used as Human Sacrifies
Tis be I not afraid
I shall Die for my Lord
Anytime ... Anyday....
In the Name of Our Lord
Jesus Christ
God has His reasons
For all things to be
I belong to Jesus
Forever Shall be....
My Love to you all
Tis if I am not able to return
For tis Sunday...
They all want me to Burn...
For tis my Bodyguard
God has sent
If he is so...
Then I shall return...
Friends Body of Christ
Pray... For Great Protection
Over Us all of God's Children..
Never Let go of God's Beautiful Light
For tis Sealed within You and Me
is Our Living Christ
As we our in Him
Love me... always in Christ
The song of Prudentius eloquent as a dove;
Escapes from her lips in a freedom folk lore’s:
Torn and spiked by iron hooks in Roman pleasure,
Breasts burnt to smoke at the tender age of twelve plus.
Sacrifices to their Gods she would not accept;
Miracle covered her with snow to each ones joy.
On the pavements lay her lifeless body,
Guarded by the evils and the heavenly; Divine.
Picture Prompt Ref:-
"Saint Eulalia"
by John William Waterhouse, 1885
http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=15983&tabview=image
Take me now, oh dear lord of greater good!
Make my worthless life have meaning
As I throw it all away
Dashed against the walls and defenses
Of an enemy I create
To be right
No matter how wrong
I know my heart to be.
(1/10/26)