Ode to Manat
Before there was an Abdullah there was an Abd’manat
Slave to Time
Mother
Older than the oldest of stones
Bones hewn from the granite of the great earth
You can’t keep a good goddess down
They circle their box
Shrouded in black
An ornate burqa
But beyond the barzakh
After it’s all done
They shave their heads
Before they go home
Mother Time
Cast your stones
No other, great mother
They’ve erased your words but
No merchant can steal the song
Or change the meaning of her great stone
Little boys run and weep
With their pricks held tight
In trembling hands
A goddess is a fearsome thing
To walk the land
And at the death of the merchant
It was the ancient Mother who laughed
Chastised , And brought the Fool home.
I like the double play — condemning the terrorist group while hailing the goddess. Well done.
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Thank you 😀 I wrote this after coming to terms with some pagan elements that had been retained in Islam.
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