A Man from Sweden
There was a man from Sweden,
Who married a Yemeni maiden,
He had to wear the futah,
And daily eat the Saltah,
So he could lead a happy life in Aden.
The land there is called Englaland,the see over there is Englasea,its fish are english emotions,the firing stones coming down are english,their victims are Yemeni children.
A Yemeni child,what is he saying with weeping. May be he is asking Human rights watchers: am I not Human?
TV Reflections
The news is deeply depressing, except for a Yemeni
woman activist trying to explain to a dense reporter
that Yemen do not need outside interference.
The reporter wanted to know about Iran, everyone
does, the Saudis and the Israelites.
Iran is a big regional power and has influences in
the regions... big deal.
I turn to the weather forecast, drizzle in Singapore
and that is not so bad. I have never been there
Only seen pictures, a sort of place only businessmen
Would like to visit
Blustery in Oslo, that brings out a giggle, serves it
right, the people live in fear that the foreigners will come
change their hardy culture- beer and street fights-
little do they now that Norway is not on top of the list
where the unsheltered masses like to go.
Singapore and Oslo have much in common they are
places where the natural behaviour is against the law.
its people are trained, not for them to cross the road
when it is on red even if there are no cars around
Yemeni
Plumes of smoke a mortar shell hits brown rocks,
Does it ever rain in this country?
Two warring tribes and yes it is Yemen again, only this time
Americans with their drones have taken side
Both tribes are equally awful
I think they chose the one that speaks the best English.
From the bridge of my I saw Yemen through my binoculars
And it looked like a place fit for wild goats and
eccentric with crumbed, ornate knives
A place for dust coloured mountain ranges and thorny bushes
Too hardy to be rained on.
Yet squabbling people live here and fight and fight for reason
That is older than history; and over this ancient landscape
The Americans strew drones like it should be wedding confetti.
AN ANGEL NAMED RAWAN
(In memory of Rawan*)
Your excruciating suffering, my little angel, has ripped my heart
Thus apathetic before the robbing of your life can I remain no more
As the ashes of your dreams and aspirations have blackened my path
So unable my way to find I am for faith in humanity is fainting away!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 SEPTEMBER 2013
*A few days ago, Rawan, an eight-year-old Yemeni girl was forced by her parents
to marry a man five times her age. On her “wedding night (mare)”, her fragile
tender body could not withstand the beastly consummation of her marriage so she
died because of that.
Thousands of little girls every year go through the same nightmarish experience
some survive and some do not.
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