For Ashraf Fayadh Imprisoned
“I am choked by depression, nervousness, worry.
Remorse, that I’m a member of the human race, kills me.”
Tense Times, a poem by Ashraf Fayadh[i]
i know them all
these furious fucking friends,
like an army
putting another city to siege.
i know them all,
the loneliness, the heartbreak
swallowed like a stone,
the anger like a storm surprised,
even this half-dead, cold closed heart
faced with these uniforms, these walls,
their routine and common cruelty,
and lies, the endless lies
of history and place and people
with a mask instead of a face.
“The soldiers besiege me on all fronts
in uniforms of poor color…
Laws and regimes and statutes besiege me. “
You write….
So many lies
keeping us in this prison
i know them all,
even without your grim surroundings,
even without your history,
though my own, just like yours
is still full of our unredeemed dead.
We know so much and so little
but one thing always escapes me:
when will this injustice end?
When will all these doors be thrown open?
When will they set us free
let you go grieve your stolen father,
your stolen homeland, your right to be,
to speak, to sing out loud,
your freedom,
our collective and personal promise
of humanity?
séamas carraher
30 March, 2016 – 18, April, 2016
[i] http://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/mar/21/tense-times-poem-by-ashraf-fayadh-world-poetry-day
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