Martyrdom in Mecca — Moh. Adamu Nababa

In the morgue
I stand witness,
I stand witness along with those
demanding blood for blood,
Women volunteers all,
Calling for revenge
For the blood spilt at the threshold
of God’s House of Peace
This House of Peace has been hit by
scorching simoon winds
Plowing form the turbulent chorse
of uncle Sam’s abode
in the form of
Suffocating poison gases
and exploding bullets
Fired by demented Saudi Guards’
Blows as unmerciful as these
Have distorted the flowerlike faces
Of the Muslim women
Who had come to worship
Have blackened those fair faces
And smashed them in
Beyond recognition,
Covering them with soot and gore!

In the morgue I stand witness along
with others of my kind
All calling for Revenge
For the bodies crushed and broken;
For the skulls cracked;
For the limbs smashed;
And the blood spilt mercilessly
At the threshold of God’s House of
Peace.
This being the lot of Muslim women
Who have been made to pay
For the foundering
Of American policies
In the depths
of the Persian Gulf;
For the mauling of the ferocious
American bear by fleet-footed Pasdar
antelopes;
For the hunting down
Of infidel warships
By the speed-boats of faith!