stranger

tell of the fire in the plain/spread with roar/plaintive strains cut us to our earth/once thief now cold mercenary for Allah.../child has brought shame to...the name of who he calls... Almighty...Peace Bringer/this harbringer of decay ...he../feeds maggots already fat on pestilence of our own hands.../this son of our land.../he has taken his stand and../thought up ways for the world to get caught up.../in rage that will consume his own brothers.../grandmother in hiding shudders.../black lace sari symbol of funeral song written in sand outside clay hut.../ah!! again...you have made mama cry.