Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola
There is no question of despair
Till for me there is someone dear
My pleasures and sorrows to share
I do not feel I am alone
Along with me travel all seasons
Dreams and thoughts are my companions
I have so many relations
I do not feel I am alone
The moon, the sun, the twinkling star
Are close to me, although so far
With the world I am on a par
I do not feel I am alone
If I have to play my own part
With my "self" peeping through my art
With the Omnipresent in my heart
I do not feel I am alone
© Iqbal A. Rashid. 2010
Fingers
They used to translate the war
for a newspaper;
My fingers
Filled with the dead.
They are tasteless in bed.
The fingers that cross
Over the breasts at night
Are the same fingers that pull
A trigger,
Write reports
And open prison gates.
Fingers that left their prints
On a bus near the Zawra Gardens
And on a rusted gun
At the Rashid Barracks
Have filled with snow;
With letters that cannot write from the left.
Fingers
They used to translate the war
for a newspaper;
My fingers
Filled with the dead.
They are tasteless in bed.
The fingers that cross
Over the breasts at night
Are the same fingers that pull
A trigger,
Write reports
And open prison gates.
Fingers that left their prints
On a bus near the Zawra Gardens
And on a rusted gun
At the Rashid Barracks
Have filled with snow;
With letters that cannot write from the left.