ISSUE 7: JUNE/JULY 2017 / POETRY

“Syrian Moon” by Nelson Alburquenque

In Syria,
children are raped
by their captors. Soon after
capture,
they watch
the lonely march
of their fathers
to the unsung fires,
the buckling of beat
bludgeoned knees,
one after another, last chants, sad
bargaining pleas, their screams:
“For Allah!”
“No Jihad!”
…Their ‘peace’?:
The grisly
piles of disorganized feet
and a stench
drenched in Saudi
carcass gasoline.

Here,
in America,
our children are
all too familiar to
the art of tears:
a stolen iPad
from school,
a broken phone

at home,
smashing of China
on the wall.
The cause?
Vegetables on the plate!
Not enough salt!
The absence of sweets
for the tongue!
The wrong colored
straw!
Over and over,
the deaf song is sung
twilight in the thaw.

Back in Syria,
an envy of privilege
in the West;
11 years old
and with three
broken bones,
no where to go.
Toss and turn,
through spasm
and burns,
Hell
on
Earth,
re-penetrated
wounds,
she cries crimson dread,
as the dagger’s edge
slits deeper
inside the
womb.
…a ‘spoil of war’
they call her,

she sings
to the moon,
hoping for death,
gasping for breath,
angling her neck
from the mouth
of doom.

Her name is Syria,
but in America,
a world T.V.
on mute.

 


Nelson Alburquenque is a songwriter and rhythm guitarist for the band Tikal Sun. Living in North Hollywood, he strives to create musical and literary compositions re ective of the world today.

 

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