No daughter should ever live this
No daughter should ever live this
To Jalil Shaalan's daughter
Could I tell her
that there's a difference
between a bullet and hate,
that there's a difference
between a Sunni and a Shiite,
that there's a difference
between life and death in Baghdad?
Could I comfort her
by saying that nearly
twenty five thousand
have lost their lives as her father's?
Could I tell her father's blood
staining the brick wall outside
a Baghdad school compound
will not be there when she stops crying?
Could I tell her it makes sense
to kill to make peace?
No, I can't.
©D W 2005
July 22
To Jalil Shaalan's daughter
Could I tell her
that there's a difference
between a bullet and hate,
that there's a difference
between a Sunni and a Shiite,
that there's a difference
between life and death in Baghdad?
Could I comfort her
by saying that nearly
twenty five thousand
have lost their lives as her father's?
Could I tell her father's blood
staining the brick wall outside
a Baghdad school compound
will not be there when she stops crying?
Could I tell her it makes sense
to kill to make peace?
No, I can't.
©D W 2005
July 22
1 Comments:
Ninguna hija debería presenciarlo
Ella sabe lo que ve,
su, aun cálido, deceso padre tendido
por los efectos intrusos de plomo;
interrumpiendo la circulación sanguínea,
todo en el nombre de una causa mezquina.
Ella sabe lo que ve,
sangre salpicada en la muralla de ladrillos,
afuera de un complejo escolar en Bagdad,
la fulminante entrada mortal en su padre.
Sus manos abiertas recogen
la cascada de lagrimas,
su grito lamenta.
Todas las nubes se congregan
en el plano de las nubes.
No se como se dice en su idioma:
Papiiiiiiii!
Comparto la misma sal de sangre y lagrima,
el penetrante dolor en él estomago.
El cielo digno se abre para Jalil Shaalan.
No sé, demasiado temprano a su edad
para que una niña vea su padre fallecer.
Perturbante.
©Duende Wharf 2005
Julio 22
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