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Beyond the sand castle
Mildly I use to descry myself
In that ocean bed
And my soul wrapped
Between it's reef
All those years
As if it was just the other day
When I stood near that sand castle
And listened to the roar of the sea
A Gypsy
Playing in my ears
The sounds of those strings
A joy to the ill hearted for the homeland
I will not endure
In a world of deception and betrayal
I breakthrough all those walls of mankind's creation
They crumble
As they have never existed
And the gates
For the conqueror of loyalty
Open their arms
To reveal the beauty of a rainbow
Beyond that sand castle
An old woman,
A child,
And a new city from a distance
Rises from the rubbles
The Eagle's nest
Nineveh, forever…

That face forever
How could I
Not feel you eternal
My spring in this desert land
When I passed silently
From gate to gate
Nineveh to Ashur
Nimrud to Ur
Visions of yesteryears
Illusions and miracles
The eyes of the lady
Frozen image stretched on that canvas,
The sky, forever
In that summer of seventy four...
The Angels roamed
So preoccupied today
To hear this desperate self
Supplicating through the cocoon
On the steps of Raban Hurmiz monastery
And the echoes carried away
Along the sounds of it's bell
To the Assyrian savannah
To heaven itself
With pure silky ornaments
And caravan of melodies
Would they ever listen?
Forgive me grieving sometimes
The dream of this untamed soul
And losing the faith
For I know that face
Is out there,
In the land of Mesopotamia...

The glare
Myth is the conviction...
That the sun,
Oh that luminous,
Is the brightest object in the cosmos
For it is nothing but a mirror
Reflecting the glare,
Of you,
The Assyrian beauty...

Restless Soul
Pain at times
Just like those imprints on the seashore
With the retrieve of the wave
And your smile beloved
A healer,
To those hidden wounds
A mother’s touch
For the infant’s discomfort,
But the echoes of the River Tigris
Clashing with the rocks of its banks
And those hymns
From the old Cathedral
Along with the Sunday toll
Will stand a proclamation
As I discover yet again… downcasted
That my abandonment
Of the Fertile Crescent
Through that gate of shame
A one way voyage
For the thousands
Who drifted across the grounds of doubt
Will haunt,
My little domain...
Oh how could I explain my despair
As I stood there
Staring at the plane resting ahead
Dragged myself
As tears rolled down …
A silver creek in the meadows of silence
And a whisper of a last good-bye
Carried away with a butterfly
Caught in the winds of uncertainty
In that hazy day
Thrown unmercifully,
Violently against the wall of freedom...
Oh how sad it felt there
All alone in our torrent land...
Tried desperately to reach for you
Supplicated deeply…
Oh friend
Embrace me… touch me…
Heal this torment, this burning pain
Lend me a brush and some paint
To delineate
Some colorful banners
And perhaps a rose garden
To brighten this fading sanctuary of mine...
I feel your anguish and sorrow for me
Like The Two Mighty Rivers
Extended across the blessed land of Assyria
From those tiny masked steps of yours
On the grounds of this airstrip
All the way to Edessa
Through King Sargon’s Castle in Nineveh
A castle we used as a perch
To roam with the Eagles
And chant with the birds...
I turned my face around
Exposing the vigor in my eyes
to the rapists of Bet-Nahrain
Not sure if they understood...
Have they ever?
Forgive me,
For I am carrying this weary, lonesome body
Across continents
And leaving behind
My restless soul
In the hands of Ashur
Roving the Holy Temple...

Assyrian Holocaust: Religious Persecution and Ethnic Genocide of Assyrians in the Middle East. Frederick A. Aprim
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