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Ghazal for Osama

by Bruce W Niedt


What creatures are called up in the name of God,
To slaver over innocents, to thirst for blood?

Minions do your bidding, obsessive horde
Measures out their missions in fire and blood.

Vengeance is sport in the lands of the blind.
All eyes have been plucked, faces teared with blood.

In your country, women move like the dead,
Spirits shrouded, shunned, robbed of freedom’s blood.

Planes bomb ravaged landscapes, yet you stand proud
Knowing your jihad may drench the world in blood.

If we die at your hand, your God will be served,
But tell me, whose God will wipe up the blood?


10/15/2001

Posted on 10/15/2001
Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Melina Raven Maness Diebold on 12/29/04 at 09:27 PM

Looking for ghazals and I happened upon this. Very powerful Bruce. I tip my hat to you, several times.

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