Zero Tolerance

Syrian Kurds Battle IS To Retain Control Of Kobani

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I have zero tolerance

for the worshipers of violence

that unleash Lucifer

to other lands

in the name of army

to sniff oil in others’ soil,

to make their ‘streets melancholy’

their ‘minarets mourn’,

to kill and get killed-

while their angels at home

are on a shooting spree-

how playfully they kill-

I tell the wrathful deities,

of the trigger happy nations:

stop writing horror stories-

live and let others live-

but they have no ear, no eye, no heart

save a big, illiterate mouth that runs deep

to the abyss dark

to churn out words of liquid fire-

we have seen so many

bellicose civilizations seethe and fizz

like pathetic bubbles before-

these scourges will pass too-

Words within inverted commas are from Nizar Qabbani’s poem Jerusalem

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Zero Tolerance @ Poets United

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12 thoughts on “Zero Tolerance

  1. “I tell the wrathful deities,
    of the trigger happy nations:
    stop writing horror stories . . . ” So many strong words wrap anger around those who pursue death! An amazing concentration of what zero tolerance sounds like and the kind of power it might have. Wow, I sit in a very sober excitement in the wake of your poem. And I thank you for “Jerusalem.”

  2. The “big, illiterate mouth that runs deep to the abyss dark” says it so well, Sumana. This, too, will pass, but will we survive the damage done? That photo is amazing. I am wondering what city it is.

  3. Great “I tell the wrathful deities, of the trigger happy nations” I agree zero tolerance for worshipers of violence. The world has to wake up and take a stand on this

  4. What an excellent piece Sumana. What an ugly race humanity has become and I can see no bright future on the horizon as greed is rampant and a goal worth killing for.

  5. I’ve walked through the valleys, where tolerance was, only found, inside a dictionary, as a child growing up. Not a place that I wish on anyone.

  6. This theme has whipped up anger and despair, Sumana, and you have woven these emotions into your poem so well. I like the effective alliteration in ‘unleash Lucifer to other lands’ and the internal rhyme and wordplay of ‘oil in others’ soil’. There is vitriol in the lines:
    ‘…they have no ear, no eye, no heart
    save a big, illiterate mouth that runs deep
    to the abyss dark
    to churn out words of liquid fire’
    and in the sounds in:
    ‘bellicose civilizations seethe and fizz
    like pathetic bubbles’.

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