Poetry

Days of War

“My dearest friend,
there may come a day when the courage of may man falter,
and his sanity and principle and morality becomes none but Fear’s fool, altered,
but today is not such day.

There may come a day when the will of man may in the slightest waver,
and with cloths over his eyes will in his desire savour,
but today is not such day.

There may come a day when Grief’s arrow may strike man’s heart weak,
and will light the backs of man’s eyes until rivers are of his cheeks,
but to day is not such day.

There may come a day when man’s houses may crumble to none but dust,
and he wishes for none but death with a powerful lust,
but today is not such day.

There may come a day when man may breathe his last breath,
and will bid greetings to his new companion of death,
and his blood will creep into the soil, the air, and our thoughts,
and for the peace his friend brings, he will leave happily behind all plot,

But I swear,
today is not such day.

~Azzam Anwar

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