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Let me inform you of the story of Tariq Azizee
And the life of terrible cruelty he had to bear
Take heed of the tragic tale of Tariq Azizee
Let it balance your hope with some sobriety and fear.
The Tragic Tale Of Tariq Azizee
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Category Archives: Political
Propaganda
By Novid Shaid, May, 2011
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Presenting events like a melodrama or soap
Rousing the masses against an abominable terror
Offloading opinions disguised as facts and info
Promoting a world view pervasively, drip by drip
Anchoring key words with an infamous persona
Generating a narrative against a villain so big
Alarming the populace with growing hysteria
Nurturing nationalism, dissension frowned upon
Dividing the world for a self-serving dividend
A closed group persists and prevails through media.
Uprising
by Novid Shaid, April, 2011
The uprising
upsurges, escalating,
preparing the ground for
a ground breaking
an earth-shattering
downfall
If The Man On The Moon Were A Mozlem
By Robert Warrenjehad Denser and Anna Arabaiter Cooltar
If the man on the moon were a Mozlem!
Why, I sure wouldn’t be so surprised.
Coz everywhere you step in our nation
There be mosques and their holy cries!
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We let them into our blessed borders,
Gave em chances that they never woulda got.
Coz they come from the land of the A Rabs!
From their sultanic satanic despots!
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Freedom
Musty fumes belch out
of Kabul’s downtown sprawling mass
of rambling rickshaws, tooting Toyotas,
trotting horse drawn carts,
heaving and straining
with the weight of rotting carcasses
and the salvaged wreckages of time.
Suffering
by Novid Shaid, 2006
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The screaming of my child,
As she dies of hunger and thirst,
Has destroyed my taste for life
And stuffed me full of emptiness.
The Man Who Loved To Burn The Book
Novid Shaid, September, 2010
Once there was a man, who yearned to burn a book,
which millions loved; it was their special book,
its verses had some of them completely hooked;
they were delighted by just a momentary look.
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The Fallen
A warm shower of dignified applause
Echoes down the winding road,
As hearses bearing the fallen one,
Glide through, leaving copious tears
And stoic faces in their wake.