GEORGE ONSY
In
Memory of Violence’s Victims Everywhere
TO THE BLOOD
O blood,
I wish you had
A sound
To crack the
silence
Of conscience’s
Sleep profound
O blood,
I wish you had
No color
Reminding me
Of a rose
Once given
To a victim’s
lover
O blood,
Others’ or mine,
Stay on earth
To draw clear
The long-awaited
Red line.
A WHITE CHRISTMAS WITH BLOOD-RED
DROPS
Amid winter trees
decorated
With colorful
gifts
And delight’s rays
Here is coming
again
Your
commercialized birthday.
O little child,
It’s true you
chose
To be born
The poorest of
all,
Yet, how I hated
to see
Thousands of
children
Slain in your
place
When you fled
The sword’s pain!
Did you really
escape, that way,
Death that
thousands of children
Suffer everyday??
However, I heard
your answer
As I saw you here,
In your refuge
country,
Egypt, the Great
School
Of No-Death, of
Eternity.
With your small
fingers,
Teasing a joyful
butterfly
That went dancing
across
The air of your
warm breath
After she had just
broken free
From the coffin of
her caterpillar,
You smiled at me
and said:
It will take me 33
more years
To join them all,
As a universal
martyr
Of the entire
history,
Turning forever,
With my loving
redemption,
The very power of
death
Into a victorious
Resurrection.
THE WORD AND THE SWORD
O My word! My
word!
Be stronger than
Violence’s slaying
sword!
Set free truth
with meanings
Never known ..
never told!
Just tell the
history
How the sword
Has always been
trying
To shatter
people’s security
Bringing unwanted
death
But death is
nothing but
A gate to eternity.
Tell the sword
that glares
Under disgusted
suns
To conquer and
gain
That all will go
in vain.
For love and
peace,
Through the divine
WORD,
Will finally
reign.
In
memory of all victims of violence in the whole world, in particular, the victims
shot killed at a peaceful wedding in Egypt, October 21, 2013.
THE SUFFERING HUMANITY
O suffering humanity,
You reshape in my eyes
A Suffering Divinity
That once came
To share your passion
But if you ask me:
Is suffering a must?
I would suggest you
O suffering humanity,
You reshape in my eyes
A Suffering Divinity
That once came
To share your passion
But if you ask me:
Is suffering a must?
I would suggest you
To come and see
The Resurrected One
Who wins at last.
The Resurrected One
Who wins at last.
In
Memory of the Little Child Found Dead on the Seashore
THE SEA DEFENDING HIMSELF
No, no, not me!!
It’s not me!
Who could do
Such a horrible
thing
For whatever
reason
It might be
It’s not me!
It was a creature,
Who calls himself
‘Human being’,
Who did it,
Didn’t he??
It’s not me!
Who made of myself
A refuge for
desperate
Souls fleeing a
graveyard
That’s once been
A dear homeland
Have you
forgotten?!!
I’m not the
harbor,
I’m the sea.
It’s not me
So, I’ve just
Thrown him up.
He never belongs
here,
I was only trying
To set him free.
It’s not me!
For if the deluge
Of innocent blood
Ever stains
My loyal blue
I would turn my
water
Into tears to stay
Forever the sea
You wish to see.
THE DROWNED LITTLE CHILD’S CRY
Nooooo
No more poems!
No more pity!
No more tears
To shed!
Don’t you see?
I’m already DEAD!
I’m not alone
There are hundreds
And thousands
Who have also
gone.
No more sympathy!
No more hugs!
No more aids,
shelters
Nor foods to
store!
Believe me,
It takes much
Much more!
Yes, it should
take
You all out to the
street,
In the longest
march
Your governments
Would ever meet,
To scream and
shout:
“STOP arming
killers!
Your hidden agenda,
Your blinding
media
We’ve, at last,
come
To know all
about”.
George Onsy
EGYPT
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