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=> her judgement (sic) day....................a poem?

her judgement (sic) day....................a poem?
Posted by pancho (Moderator) - Monday, May 23 2011, 10:50:58 (UTC)
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...rhyming words do not a poem make...or a poet.

I lifted this from, where else, speakassyria where they do battle against their enemies, good taste, every day. Oscar Wilde famously said that you would have to have a heart of stone not to laugh at Little Dorrit, a somewhat sappy novel by Charles Dickens...same here. This "lament" by a dead assyrian woman arriving in heaven is so dippy, juvenile and trite that one wonders whether it was written by an enemy of assyria.

It's interesting to note that at the end, a tear-stained God tells her to rejoice because now her "suffering days are over"...great, what a consolation...that's all their God can do, inflict suffering on them and then tell them to rejoice cause he finally got them killed and they can smile and sing with him in glory.

This is nothing but bragging...but it is a kind of bragging most of us don't understand...it's peculiar to people who have no nerve, no guts and no idea how to actually DO something except be the butt-end of God's little cruelties...for which they rejoice!


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HER JUDGEMENT DAY - A POEM

Posted By: W Gabriel Dinkha
Date: Sunday, 22 May 2011, at 10:27 a.m.

In memory of those whos lives were taken on October 31st 2010
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Today she stood before her God

Her judgement day had come,

In the year 2010

on October thirty one
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An angel stood on either side

To help her calm her fears,

As God searched through the book of life

She let out silent tears.
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She looked around the court of life

As angels took their place,

And then she heard the voice of God

“My child please state your case”
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She looked at him through tear stained eyes

And said, “what can I say?"

Dear Lord we came to visit you

But you weren’t home that day
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So today I stand before you

With blood stains on my dress,

And yes dear Lord I’ll state my case

On why I look a mess
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But please don’t make me change my clothes

I wear this dress with pride,

It holds the blood of those I love

The ones the world denied
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We came in love, we came in peace

To offer words of prayer,

But the silence soon was shattered

As gunshots filled the air
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Dear Lord your flock was scattered

Death was all around,

Your home became a battlefield

With wounded on the ground
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People running left and right

But staying in one place,

Confusion had engulfed them all

Horror etched on their face
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We tried to find a place to hide

Behind a chair or wall,

We tried to protect each other

As knives began to fall
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It was then the slaughter started

Just like in 33,

A nation sacrificed it’s blood

Like rivers flowing free
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Women were screaming and crying

Some managed to escape,

But others were not strong enough

And suffered savage rape
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Children were crushed and trampled on

They could not understand,

They lost their innocence that day

When evil raised it’s hand
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Dear Lord we cried out for your help

How could you not have heard??,

You said your home was always safe

Dear Lord you gave your word!!
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Our men were trying frantically

Fighting to save our lives,

But Lord two hands just aren’t enough!!

When faced with gun and knives
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I felt a hand upon my neck

I was begging for my life,

But the face of evil smiled at me

Then plunged me with his knife
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I thought I had survived it all

I could feel my legs below,

But then an angel took my hand

And said, “ it’s time to go”
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How much more will our nation mourn

And suffer so much loss,

When does the sacrificing stop

Because we bear your cross
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When will freedom touch our lives

And stop our nations fears,

Dear Lord we’re sick of wearing black

And mixing blood with tears
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The woman then began to cry

As angels bowed their heads,

Each of them were shedding tears

For what the woman said
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God looked at her with soulful eyes

And closed the book of life,

He took her hand and said “My child

You’re finished from this strife”
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"You're free to walk on Heavens streets

Your pain from now shall cease,

And yes my child feel free to wear

That dress that brings you peace"
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He then called angels to his throne

And said, “Now listen well”

Allow these people through my gates

They’ve done their time in HELL !!

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Copyright © 2011 W Gabriel Dinkha

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