Protest Of The Phantoms Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Protest Of The Phantoms



At the time of dawn,
When the lights went out,
I bolstered my head,
On the pillow,
Closed my eyes,
To loosen my thoughts;
I felt negritude
Extending its limbs,
Into infinity,
And I began to ponder,
On the plight
Of my countrymen, times
We were going through,
And consoled myself
Thinking that we had
Better times to live in;
The era of crimes,
And brutal deeds
We had left far behind.
Our descendants
Would have bright future,
For we made ourselves
Secure from the suiciders,
We built high walls
Around the residences
And installed razor-wire,
Deployed gunmen
At the entrances.

My mind was occupied
With these imaginings,
When I began to behold
The darker images in the dark,
They began to surround
From all sides around,
They were numerous,
They were the phantoms
All of women in Burqas,
Their gloomy, irritated eyes
Were only faintly visible;
They assembled to protest
For a certain demand
And one of them said
With a mournful tone:
“We are passing
Through the darkest era,
The hardest times
Of the human history,
Ask them to do some legislation
At least for rights of the dead,
We are not secure even
Underneath stones of the graves.”

Burqas: Veils

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