<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[A Black Nightmare]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;">From a Chinese blog I’m a subscriber to, translated, by me…</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Who bent over and managed, to throw that net of mysticism</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Toward those, sorrowful eyes of yours</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The seas cried, inside your eyes</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>As desperation, became, who you are</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Without features, without forms, without self</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>You are, the invisible, wearing the black burka </em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Indifference and denial, used the lit-up banners</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>To deflower your pure bodies</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>You wanted to scream aloud</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>But your opened up mouth became</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>A dark tunnel, without the echoing of sound</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>In those, empty eyes, something is, slowly dying in them</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/multimedia/archive/00180/90359389_Burka_180642c.jpg" alt="" />not my photograph&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Burning, assaults, spitting out the flames </em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The falsified mercies burned brightly </em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The fires of wars, the animosities toward you burned and sizzled</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The raging violence spread all over</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Faith and principles made the humanity backed away</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The never-ending hatred had, swallowed up civilization and rationalities</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>That was, the horrid of black, a nightmare of, blackness</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Grinding up, destroying, the hopes and dreams you have for your future</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Your soul, that was, branded by the teachings is now, weeping</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>For the women in black burka</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">still NOT my photo here&#8230;<img src="https://camalees.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/burka-afghan-women.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>It’s all violence over there, and you, their prey</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>It’s sharpened knives, the blood that ran south, and you became the ruins</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The desires of the males for you</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Is fear, is fixation, hostile, and longing</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The anxieties of the believers, the raging angers of the blind followers</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The blackened skies carried off the dried up land and the bones</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>You are, surrounded by desperation, incarcerated, by the shadows</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/www.sott.net/image/6099/burka.jpg" alt="" />nope, still NOT my picture&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>You reached up, toward the skies, questioned the heavens:</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Why, is the womb beneath your Burka, the entryway into hell</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">You do sense, that sense of desperation from the narrator here, don’t you?  I mean, we can’t choose our nationalities, who we were born as, we can only follow this path that life has set for us, and, this poem is about that sense of helplessness toward how the Muslims are being discriminated against across the entire globe, and it’s written by a Chinese person, and I’d merely, translated it, so, don’t SHOOT the “messenger”, in fact, don’t shoot ANYBODY!!!</p>
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