Regretful are we, that we cannot touch the deceased
At ease, our hearts would be, if this were so.
Though, she has past, forever lives on the love she left.
For she had a heart, that would shut out none.
Gone, is the warmth that touched us all.
But in Heaven, she lays, sending peace upon us all.
For, we didn’t just have one Mum, we had two.
So when she passed, we didn’t lose one person, we lost two.
By Ali Ilyas
[In memmory of my late grandmother, 19_ _ – 2010]
From God we come, to Him, we shall return.
A beautiful spoken word (video), by the Australian poet Kamal Saleh. (Inserted at the bottom.)
Below is a little something I wrote after watching the video.
We see death and destruction yet some how feel no pain, we see the blood drop from their veins, the young reared on meat not fit for consumption. Destruction of their lives, the cries proclaim the streets by days and nights, echoing like a call to prayer, Allahu Akbar, (God is great), Allahu Akbar but no one is there. To busy stuck to the screen, designer clothes and magazines, this is where we throw our wealth, in perfect health we lay, watch the Syrians pay, pay a price to be free, something that comes natural to you and me. Are we really Human? That we close our eyes, ears, hearts and mind to such agony. Are we really human? That we chase and care for objects rather than people? Are we really Human? We shed tears for cracked screens but close our eyes to cracked skulls and Dreams.
Enough of my dribble, below is the video it begs the question, that are we really human? Worth a watch!