Monthly Archives: December 2015

Leila Samarrai, Serbia Où vas-tu, Seigneur?


 

A happy game
a first strike
with a ball
in Paris
a first turn
then
turn around
play begins
in Paris

“Où vas-tu, Seigneur?”
The crying stops
the laughter stops
the clocks stop
the dance stops
the ball stops
in midair
breaths are held
the seeds of terror sown
in Paris
“Mais, où étais-tu, Seigneur?”
The jackals and scoundrels
are exposed..
to a fallen mankind
It is the end of the world.
It has begun..

~*~

Commentary by Valsa George Nedumthallil:

As a bolt from the blue, when terrorists abruptly unleashed terror on a group of people who had gathered in the concert hall to spend one evening in joy, they were stupefied by a horror too deep for expression! The poet here has captured that freezing moment in all poignancy. The clocks suddenly stopped and time stood still; the music stopped and the pall of gloom suddenly fell..! Through broken images, the magnitude of the crime and its impact are successfully conveyed. The day is almost like an apocalypse or Doom’s day. The poet denounces the attack as a scoundrels’ act and wonders if the world is falling into the hands of a pack of scoundrels!

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I AM THE TERRORIST, Leila Samarrai


I am the divine wind
I am the human bomb
Aladin gnawed to the bone

I yam what I yam’s
I am the Terrorist!

It does not matter where
It does not matter who
It’s easy to do it
From the turret
I do it with explosive, too

I yam what I yam’s
I am the Terrorist

I’ll get some cash after my death
Man who will wash my
body
He will have to wear gloves
No woman should touch me then..
But I won’t be vain, just dead (ly)

I’m the Killer Man
I’m the Killing Machine
I yam what I yam’s
And that’s what’s all I am

I’m the Terrorist.

“Où vas-tu, Seigneur?”, Leila Samarrai


“Où vas-tu, Seigneur?”, Leila Samarrai

A happy game
a first strike
with a ball
in Paris
a first turn
then
turn around
play begins
in Paris

“Où vas-tu, Seigneur?”

The crying stops
the laughter stops
the clocks stop
the dance stops
the ball stops
in midair
breaths are held
the seeds of terror sown
in Paris

“Mais, oùétais-tu, Seigneur?”

The jackals and scoundrels
are exposed…
to a fallen mankind
It is the end of the world.
It has begun…