The act of infamy
On the eleventh day in the month of Jihad,
a scribe was bidden to name the slain
in “The Book of The Dead”.
And at ‘The weighing of the heart’ ritual,
the Ba-Birds, demons of death,
flew down the solar road,
to the abode of the damned,
and entered the hall of judgment,
chanting the magical spells of death:
O, monstrous devourer!
You who eat shades:
Open the caverns of the Netherworld,
that the unholy shall not escape
the clutches of death
The day had just begun to dawn,
when deaths pilots
mounted their mares and rode,
with a mocking laugh, across the Styx,
to quell freedom’s holy flame.
Each bestrides his silver steed;
Each his fiery filly spur for doom;
Each his thundering stallion rode to death.
Ere the sun had fully rose,
a lovely city stood on fire,
and many thousand souls were dead.
The angered chief called to arms:
Mighty warriors, mighty Lords!
Hurry, hurry to the field,
where our friends the warpath tread!
Where they fret and where they fray,
where they sway and where they die.
Mighty warriors, mighty Lords!
Join the wayward work of death.
I the reins of carnage give.
Mine to spare and mine to kill,
yours to lay them low,
pent upon a funeral couch.
Hail the task and hail the hands!
Soon our foes shall bite the ground.
The bereaved citizen lamented:
Oh, world pity us! Oh – O – pity us!
What sorrow is there that is not ours!
Our city a pyre, our beloved dead –
Our men – the dewy youths;
Our women – the chaste lambs, all ¬–
all are dead! Oh, – O all, all are dead!
Oh God, what we suffer!
Only grief blossom in our hearts,
and only wails part our lips!
Oh - world pity us! Oh – O – pity us!
We have only tears to drink for wine,
and only grief to feed our souls!
The stricken country cried:
Vultures, ducks of death:
Ruin seize thee, ruthless hens!
Mark this day and mark this hour:
Wrath and vengeance bide us
lead you the solitary way,
down into that bleak domain, dark and deep,
where that shattering thing Hecate of Hell,
shall make you a gory bed among the dead,
far from the sun in endless night.
Hail the work, and hail the hands!
Fate demands a noble deed.
The old city of liberty prayed:
Oh man, Oh fellow habitants
on our blind blob of beauty;
what wickedness, what ill will,
what past deeds of ours?
Crowd your hearth,
to return such infamy upon us.
Oh give! Give that true fellowship
provoke mans innate brotherhood,
that the hereafter shall embrace
the past with remembrance,
and the future with love.
And give – give us back!
O, give us back our holy flame!
A shocked world chimed in:
Trace the characters of hell,
and haste the loom of death prepare:
Weave their purple gown of woe.
Weave their crimson robe of death.
Weave their web of doom.
Far and wide the notes prolong.
Trace the characters of hate,
and a frightful harmony prepare:
Teach them terror! Teach them pain!
Teach them how to suffer, how to cry,
how to fear, and how to die!
Your cause is just.
The foundation of the earth chook,
and the whole firmament reeled,
as a battle-cry was heard the world around,
goading every man and every woman,
every boy and every girl, to a deadly war.
The broad bosomed earth, the starry heaven,
and the sounding sea, groaned shaken,
as the two faiths met on the killing fields.
And a terrible trembling seized all mankind,
as a war between the east and the west,
between the south and the north,
threatened to wreck the whole world.
*** Posted by Ole Nordheim on 2011-08-20 ***
I look to the sky and ask why, but there is no reply.
Only the quiet pain of the day that is oh so surreal that it seems unreal.
My heart confirms that it is not a nightmare I can wake up from, but the blinding reality that hatred is oh so near.
The Super Power, has been brought to her knees in one fatal blow of evil and hate.
But even in the rubble and confusion, you see our proud flag of freedom and hope, waving and shining like a beacon in the night.
Reminding us who we are and why our country has been so successful, and that there is freedom and justice for all.
Even at this cost, we must remember that we will rise
like a Phoenix from the ashes.
"America, The Beautiful And Home Of The Brave, Let Freedom Ring"
God bless our country on this 10th anniversary of 9/11
*** Posted by Carolyn Davis on 2011-08-18 ***