by Novid Shaid, 2006


The screaming of my child,

As she dies of hunger and thirst,

Has destroyed my taste for life

And stuffed me full of emptiness.


My ancestral home,

Has been battered to the ground,

My tribe lay still and violated,

Scattered and strewn around.


I regard with growing disbelief

The rape of virgin villages,

And the enrichment of cityscapes,

Which strips me of my hope,

And reveals my naked despair.


Yet still my heart beats along

It can’t give up the need,

Despite my unrelenting pain,

Deep down, I want to live.


I’m locked within this hopeless state,

The world around me bleeds,

Pain surrounds me like a flood,

And still I yearn to live.


Life for me once was a rose

And now I feel the thorn,

Help me to wrench it from my heart

Not suffering alone.

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About Novid Shaid

I am a Muslim writer and English teacher. I have written poetry, short stories, a play, and I am currently working on a novella. My subject matter and themes are related to Islam, Sufism, politics and also my job as a secondary school teacher. My work is copyrighted and any works published here may not used or copied without my prior consent. You can contact me via the "Contact Me" page, if you wish to use any these writings. I am keen to gain the notice of publishers and if any are interested in my writings, please contact me via the "Contact Me" page. Was salaam, Peace

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