B I L A L

: One thousand four hundred years

then

- you remember Bilal?
the screaming hot baked desert
desert, stockpiled mounds of stone
and remained silent with no remorse
because he was convinced of the meaning of faith
after thee, O God, not again
god of the universe

now, a pair of right-hand and
left, like love and revenge
in the same time authorized
indeed to flatter and
destroy
Which to choose?
destiny is not a conviction for
bargaining
endless long way
like a night at sea
when the waves boomed
growl of anger
and the scattered pieces of liver

: one thousand four hundred years
after that
allow me to
remained kneeling at Thy feet
if flash of the sword
flashed it drew
and cut him with a fierce hatred
neck level life

Agats - Asmat, June 16, 2010