How do we tame the wind and still the hearts
Of men and nature as the tempest comes?
An evil caliphate upon the land
Of milk and honey has descended fast.
And when its fury devastates the soul,
The innocents will once again despair!
The agony of all the children lost;
The terror in the eyes of men forlorn;
Decapitated bodies in the fields;
Still haunt the days and nights of summer’s reign!
And why should innocents be sacrificed
And die as victims in the devil’s lair?
Is there a thing the world at large can do
To save our mortal kin from blade and lead?
For who shall tame the wind and still the hearts
Of men and nature when the tempest comes?
For who shall send the Archangel to lead
The charge to smite the caliphate?
For who shall stop the tempest on its tracks
And lure it to the genie’s magic lamp?
O Lord of Hosts, come still the waters now
And let your Spirit flow upon the land!
Let not the blood of martyrs drench the strand
Nor courage bow before the caliphate
Of evil’s unsuppressed desire for men
To kneel and crawl – give up their faith to live!
– Al R Dizon, September 2014